Haunted Wood the oncoming storm

Despite being composed of limiting genetic material, she had been born mighty. Tall, lithe, athletic, and surpassing all that came before her. Her coat was rugged and thick - perfect for winter - and she found it easy to cover great swathes of ground when the need rose; hunting was easy, physicality was where she was most comfortable. Yet still, her mind would wander — as it had towards the storm — and so when her skull clunked upon the curved surface of the tree, all she could feel was inferior. The sound of her progenitor's voice rang through her ears, bidding patience and attention — but she felt the sting spreading across her forehead and quickly put the memory aside.

After shaking the event from her body as one might do after a swim, her billowing coat adjusted to her movement and settled, and she turned her ears - then head - upon hearing the sound of a beast. She called out without thinking, parroting the sound, and with a few fleet steps she set out through the trees for the open space to the east.