Sequoia Coast You used to be thirsty for me

(This is before the encounter with Ragnar and Syver )



Padding through the thinning trees, the weary femmora still managed, but barely slipped amongst the scarce and small sapplings, until she made her way to the beach. After running full speed away from a hungry mountain lion that seemed twice her size, that almost matched her speed, Raven plopped her obsidian hide on the now sandy ground. Takeing a gander around with heavy lids, she sniffed the air a bit sor signs of danger. The midnight she wolf smelled a pack territory about a day away. Good. She was in free land then. With that knowledge, she swore she would find food and shelter the moment she awoke from a much needed rest, and with that, she lowered her lids over silver orbs, making her almost invisible in the shadows of a overhanging tree.