Sunbeam Lair Four nights will quickly dream away the time;

AW! hoping to use this for a Mercenary thread (4/5)

It was early morning when she slipped from the lair to explore the lands that her tribe had claimed long ago; however, it seemed much earlier for the thick clouds in the heavens obscured much of the light. It had rained sometime in the night, blanketing everything with a musky dampness, scents much harder to find among the musk of fresh rainfall. The clouds lingered still, and the woman expected rain to come, though she did not know when the heavens would split. 

Perhaps she could have lingered around the lair, content to spend the rainy day in rest, yet adventure beckoned and she did not ignore the call. However, the rocks she traversed were slick, and deciding to leave this part of the territory for another day, she traversed lower into the thick wood where the mountain's elevation declined. Here, she slipped through the trees with a learned grace, pelt frosted with hundreds of tiny droplets of rain, eyes having to blink overtime to keep the damp from impacting her vision. 

She moved through the trees silently, emerald gaze peeled for anything that my peek her interest and demand investigation.