Blacktail Deer Plateau Will of the dragon

@Frostrar Short post, but wanted to get this up before heading to bed~

The snow had come and gone, leaving little evidence behind to show it'd been there at all. The yearling was somewhat glad for that, for it lowered the chances of her companion (or herself) falling ill. He'd already gone through so much, and so she was determined to keep him from having to suffer through anything else—for the time being, anyways. Asterr was no fool, she knew she could not protect the boy throughout his entire life, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try. Her word had been given to watch out for him, and she was one to honour any and all promises made no matter the consequences. However tired she might grow mattered little, just as long as her young friend had a warm place to sleep at night.

Early that day, she had sought out coverage from the elements and stowed @Leo away within it, instructing him to remain there until she returned to claim him. Feeling confident that he would follow her command, she set out moments later in order to scout the land ahead of them. Though her intentions were to reach the mountain range, the Draconid had found herself taking a small detour. It was a familiar scent that had pulled her off course, though she was quick to take note of her surroundings so she would be capable of finding her way back. It had been ages since she'd last permitted herself to pursue the aroma of deer, but for some reason she just couldn't help herself this time around. Perhaps she was growing tired of snacking on nothing more than small mammals and what few birds still remained, or maybe there was a greater force at work. Whichever it was concerned her little, for the end result was the same either way. She would still be heading towards a thin forest, and her nose would still be guiding her.

It hadn't taken long before she'd reached the outskirts of the territory, and then her steps grew hesitant. The scent of wolves could be picked up, which was worrisome. Asterr loitered near what once were borders for a while longer before accepting that the marks were stale, which left the land open for anyone to enter—and enter she did. She was light on her feet as she passed by tree after tree, carrying herself deeper into the forest with the fragrance of cervines serving as her only guide.