Redhawk Caldera Five little ducks went out to play

*gently brushes the dust off of Orca*

Orca picked her way carefully through the fog that had descended around the caldera, noting that it was particularly thick near the top of the inactive volcano. It was likely that the mist would burn off as the day wore on, but for now, she felt like she was shrouded in morning's mystery as she slowly wove up the slope.

There was a crust of snow on the ground that had stubbornly refused to melt just yet, and it crunched lightly beneath her paws as she neared the hollowed-out peak. She paused on a ridge and turned back to look out over the territory, finding that she was unable to see much of anything due to the fog. It was interesting, but also a little creepy.

With a huff that sent her breath adrift in a cloud, she moved towards the water's edge, planning to relax for a short while until the mist disappeared and she was able to do something more productive.