Dragoncrest Cliffs smile because you're the deer in the headlights.

The fiery girl was content bathing in the sunlight, her attention fully taken up when she shifted her focus towards her rather horrible bed head. She had left the tangles of fur alone for now but, seeing as how she had a minute or two to spare, the yearling decided it best to clean herself up. She twisted herself around so that she could work at her thigh, teeth carefully running through the twisted knot of rust.

With her attention fully taken up by the task at hand, Rose didn’t notice her onlookers in the distance and when a gust of wind finally did blow by, it offered nothing but the stale scent of a hare. The uncomfortable tingles that suddenly shot down her spine did cause an uneasy feeling to stir in her stomach, but Rose ignored the subtle warnings and continued to tidy herself as if nothing was wrong.