Blackfeather Woods Do you think it's to late for me?

lots of pent up muse for this girl atm AW!

           

She had never been considered a home body. Often venturing far and wide, Padma had picked her way down the flat-top mountain that she had occupied for the last few days. Her long, lanky legs adding in her crafty paw placement. It appeared that she was finally growing into her limbs.

She set a stead pace without any direction in mind, simply taking in the scenery. Her boredom provoking her, prompting her continued path. Padma slowed upon entering the dark wood. An interested tilt of her head. She could find the lingering scent of others, a pack perhaps, at one point or another. Long gone now she thought as the urge to cover the scent with her own overtook her. Throwing her frame against a tree, vigorously rubbing her scent across the bark.