Silvertip Mountain Another hit and run

Mercenary thread for @Steady <3

Threw a bit of a scout twist in to see if I could swing it, depending on how the thread goes! :)

Today seemed as good a day as any to pull something stupid.  It had been a while since Roz had given in to more reckless tendencies, and her tendency to go off half-cocked had yet to get her into trouble in this particular part of the wilderness.  But she had been circling these pack lands for a day or so, well outside range, skulking and trying to decide if making a bid for whatever she might find on the inside was worth it.  Chances were, they had guards ready to take down any interlopers.

But the appeal was there all the same.  Easy pickings might be had and then there was the principle of the thing - raising hell and sticking her nose where it didn't belong, two things she delighted in most days.  Her particular brand of honor saw nothing wrong in entering lands she had no ties to with intent to steal.  If they couldn't protect their borders, that was their own fault.  And if they could, well, that'd be her problem then wouldn't it?

Her slight frame was taught as she held it low, slipping amongst the trees at the mountain's base and crossing the border with both ears pricked for any sign of a defense.  The instant she heard one she'd either run or submit - she might be ballsy enough to attempt this, but she had no death wish.  Glancing about, she began cutting a gradual, diagonal path... keeping near the edge, but hoping to still come across something, anything, she could snag and run with before she ran into the inevitable judgement on her current life choices.