Stavanger Bay Warpless

Since that meeting in the forest a few days back, Godot had made her way to the ocean and was now following the water south.  She'd been wound up and ready to chew on some faces for several hours before the adrenaline high finally wore off and she was back to normal.  Well, as normal as Godot got.

As it were, she was actually fairly far inland, barely within the confines of Stavanger Bay.  She'd already tripped into what she was pretty sure was an old den, so Godot was pretty sure this was an old packland -- but then again, the earth was old and that could be said about much of the world. Maybe she should stick around here for a while?  Winter was kind of harsh and it would be starting to show on her soon.  For now, though, she scratched out a divot in the snow at the base of a tree, curling up there to rest for a bit.  She wasn't going to sleep, at least not yet, but merely rest her paws while wondering what would be around to hunt.