Blackfoot Forest Poisonous blood runs in my veins

despite what had happened during her last extended excursion, mona had not tired of them. and so she set out early morning from bearclaw, intent on exploring in greater detail the places in the landscape she had not since arriving in the valley pack. the swathe of darkened forest was her first goal, and mona slipped triumphantly into its embrace without hesitation.
it was not without some degree of foolhardiness, the mayfair's lack of fear around mapping such places alone, but she did not consider that. mona moved through the shadows in a gait meant to allow her marveling a look. with upturned chin, it was only the girl's sense of smell that alerted her to a figure much too close; she drew up and pinned the shadows along the forest floor with a wary look, backing some steps but not yet frightened enough to flee.