Bramblepoint godless and free

*flings about the map with reckless abandon*

notice her or no, I'm good with either!

After encountering what's his face up north, she'd pointed her arrow south once more, any decision regarding her future still pushed off for another day.  Time was ticking, but Roz answered to nothing, time included.  Or so she kept telling herself.

This forest was a pleasant enough spot, she remembered, and maybe she'd even run into Red.  She could use some distraction right about now.  Her nose twitched as she caught wind of another wolf, but as she neared, she could tell that the scent wasn't anyone she knew.

And, turns out, it was more than one.  Slinking round, she found a group, all male and all rather large.  Eyes narrowed as she heard one speak, the words almost indistinguishable in a thick accent.  He was a nasty looking one, so of course, she was intrigued.  Her ears twisted sideways and she flattened herself, content to watch for the moment.