Firefly Glen phantom stranger

ooc; late night. windy weather. all welcome. hunt is just wanderin' and new here

she did not know where she was, only that it was cold and foreign to her. the woman stepped quietly, completely ignorant of her place in this realm. her coat blended into the inky blackness of the night, the only colors aside from her pale gaze was the stark ivory hood she wore. her gaze shifted to the landscape from the ground, squinting slightly. her breath came out in controlled rasps, billowing against the sky. for now, she would simply wander. mayhap find someone capable of entertaining her long enough to learn of this place.

she should not get her hopes up though. many were ignorant even with knowledge backing them. Huntington did not put stock into other people. she kept herself hidden away, distanced and lacking connection. the scent of many wolves rose in the air, threatening her senses, and she knew this much. where there were more than five others in the area, there was a community to back the numbers. packs. perhaps many of them. though she continued to remain ignorant of deeper knowledge. if this was a pack's land, she did not know. the others' scents were too many to pinpoint. at least in a new land.

however long the woman happened to remain here, she would indeed learn how to differentiate. again, all she could assume to do now was exist. her steps crunched the snow beneath her, wind billowing her senses and kicking up icy splendor. it was the white against the black sky that would remind others of her features should they glance at her. ducking into the trees, she would wait out the wind storm. it would be prudent to stop, yet nature was a fierce mistress. she generally just accepted such things instead of moaning on about them.

no one with much sense would be out in this weather, yet it was a bit muffled under the thick foliage. she reclined upon her back legs, resting her rear upon the cold ground. she was still, like ice solidified, and kept watch before her eyes.