Sleepy Fox Hollow Trying to transform it

@Mün

The Nightstalker did not greatly appreciate how open the meadow was, but it was quiet and the blackened canvas marking the arrival of night had painted over the sky, so she at least had the cover of shadows. This place was directly beside the mountain of rogues, the rogues who would soon raise a howl and finally claim the land as theirs - it was peaceful down here, various bare deciduous trees dotting the landscape. The naked branches rattled gently, though there was not enough wind in this secluded place to really get the bones of those trees shaking. 

The moon was a glowing orb in the sky, illuminating the dark woman's delicate features as she stalked across this land, elegant in every movement she made - like a deadly feline she prowled, violet gaze searching the horizon for anything of interest. She'd busied herself mostly with scouring the heights of her mountain, but she was not content to remain forever in that domain despite it belonging to her. Kelina desired to wander just as much as any other wolf, though she did not stray far. She was not a traveller, and she wished not to go beyond this hollow.

Perhaps something, or someone, could come along and entertain her for a while.