Blackfoot Forest Lost within the forest's beauty

Laska approached Blackfoot forest, her petite figure almost looked like a juvenile. She lifts her head as she takes the first few steps into the forest, making sure she is alert for any other creature. The trees were like a cover, something like that anyway, of darkness that she seemed at peace in. The stirs of the forest were of course scary to her but at some point in her life she realizes that sometimes fear is only in her head. In the forest she stuck out like a sore thumb, her pure white pelt and piercing icy grey eyes were not the color of a wolf usually found in the shadowy backdrop. For her size one would think that Laska is not fierce, but when pushed to the point this wolf can pack a punch. Her ears twitch as she lays at the base of a tree, waiting for the sun to rise to lead her way deeper into this unknown forest.