Blackfoot Forest Fehu

from the coast she would make her way inland. the open spaces ceased frequently, making her trug through thick foliage at times. due to her small size, she was able to squeeze in. and when the foliage stopped, ceasing to exist, the mountains began as if anew. blending effortlessly into the ashen ground, she made her way silently enough through the landscape. the only tell of her efforts was the stark white mask she held against flesh. 

Huntington's eyes drifted up from her walk, spotting a man a few paces away. her tail would rise to greet him, feeling a bit social compared to her past both in and out of the Teekons. she had learned from these encounters so far that people appreciated honesty - even if it was morbid and brutal. a strange thing for her. she liked her secrets. "well met" she'd muse as she neared the man. he was perhaps older than her, more worn from life. and whether this would be a good meeting or not, well, that was up to hypothetical nonsense.