Bearclaw Valley Who me?!

Why she had wandered from the territory when so much still had to be done, Evelyn did not know. It gave a bit of theoretical satisfaction, as though she was once again taking over her life and her emotions, however untrue that might be. Her paws marched steadily through the snow, kicking back the cold, white, powder. She reached a clearing which housed an obsidian...corpse(?) lying in the middle of it, but as she approached, she realized that the body was still very much alive. Evelyn gave a chuff of acknowledgement, though she held an equal amount of greeting and threat behind it. She wasn't looking for a fight — if anything, that's the opposite of what she wanted [/mdash] but if one arose, she wouldn't back down. Hello, she called, and hoped he would respond.