Otter Creek Hiding from the sunshine,

The wisp had taken a momentarily base at a nearby forest, a perfect cover amongst all else. It was hard to truly see within it's blackened forest, and she felt safe within it's cold grasp. However, it was still temporary. Dragoon was a mercenary for hire, she preferred the comfort of more safety in numbers and the privilege of a substant food providance. 

Scars widowed underneath her light pelt, yet, she always kept an allure despite the damage being done. Perhaps it was graced, but useless for a traveller of no caring to her looks.

Until the means for work, she worked her way through survival. Outside of the forested site, there was a creek. Quietly and lightly Dragoon travelled toward the stream, hoping to freshen her parched throat with a drink, and perhaps a dinner to fish.