Neverwinter Forest Determination of Personality

ooc: for Styx! :)

Crème deliberately set each paw down one at a time; she had heard snaps of twigs in the dark of the night and had run off without another thought. At the moment, she carefully walked while a thick fog rolled through the forest as the sun rose. Tiredness tore at her body, and the angry pang of hunger now seemed familiar. She whimpered as the thick blanket pulled over her. It was bad enough that she was scared out of her wits, but now she couldn't see at all. The cream colored wolf hid herself into a nearby bush and wrapped her tail around the shaking ball-shaped form she now was.