Blacktail Deer Plateau respite

wanderlust was life. 

it may not be completely her life - for it had rather been thrust upon her instead of by choice - yet here it was. she moved with grace, with no purpose, and with no direction. the ivory beast cared not where she went. she made subtle notices of the changing landscape, entering into a new realm not known to her before her mind went blank again. the location was foreign. a place she had never been. though change always held such options. but delights? someone was getting ahead of themselves.

the area was wide and the season's breeze was lovely. Heloise would pick up the scent of many hooved beings living in this particular area. though her stomach was very quiet; nary a sound to escape to show she was hungry. travel had made the woman self-sufficient. she did not need to feast right now; the previous day had been fruition with scavenging. she would pause by the thin treeline, icy gaze looking across the plateau. the flatlands were below, ripe for the picking.

she had no idea where she was going or what she was going to do here. perhaps she would only stop here in the spring and move on during winter? who knew? she certainly had no inkling of things to come.