Seaside Moors You laugh and smile at me but you don't see a thing,

Grímnismál by no means, was the best stalker, hunter, nor' warrior. She was well adversed in herbs, and perhaps a lil' wise if given the chance, but besides that, the wolf counted herself useless. When someone was trailing her, the reaper did not know someone was. She simply kept upon her day, a slight smile to her white mask, and gleaming red eyes, staring curiously ahead.

Though she did have a faint feeling of being watched- the small medic chalked it up to just not being used to the new territory.