Blackfoot Forest may the light guide me

ooc; for @Siarut

she stepped confidently, a pale horseman amongst the darkened night. she was not as gaunt as Death nor did she not bring bad tidings. t'was her coat that shone, bone-starched. that was where the similarities ended. the woman would bend to sniff idly at the trail. the day scent was faded as any rogue worth their two cents had sought shelter. seeking shelter herself, she would move on.

the woodland could be called fearful if she had any fear in her. subtle changes in the night only went so far. she knew that was a branch scratching against the wind, not the talon of any beast. the eyes in the dark were a reflection of the creatures that lived here. they stared at the lone being as she made her way past them, not interrupting her at all. if she did not disturb them, they would not disturb her.

perhaps she was ignorant of fear. or mayhap it did not run so easily in her veins. turning her to a feral beast that lived off of instinct alone. she refused the soft embrace of it. she continued to search for an abandoned spot. a den or a burrow to easily curl in and rest for the night... her goal. a soft hmm would escape her jaws as she looked into an old rabbit den. too small to fit in. she was not foolish to think she was alone, for when her back was turned she heard some soft footfalls behind her.

she did not look back at whoever made it. Heloise merely lifted her head, awaiting something to happen.