Duskfire Glacier Please make it harder to leave

Tagging the big bosses @Wintersbane and @Iana 
Setting: night — 21:15
Weather: fair, clear skies, breezy

Pandora had heard of this place from that odd looking, but very pretty, wolf dog. She’s over being alone, she’s over working extra hard to make it all by herself. Help is nice and perhaps she could make a living elsewhere until she gets bored. Something that happens to her fairly quickly. Her interest in something fades fast, but perhaps pack life could keep her interested long enough to get something out of it.

So Pandora slinks up tot he borders silently. Head low and pink nose sniffing at the ground to find where the scent becomes strongest to make sure she’s in the right place. She doesn’t let herself go too far though. Sure she can run, but she’d rather not get herself tangled up in a situation that requires more energy than necessary. 

With a satisfied swish of her full tail she smiles. Yep, this has to be the place. It smells the same as that woman she’d met. Perhaps she’d meet her here. Her eyes half-lidded, she glances around and pants her haunches onto the ground, wrapping her long, Fox-like tail around her ankles comfortably. Tilting her head up she lets out a sort series of more coyote sounding howls, fairly high pitched and quick. 

Now she waits. Sitting out beneath the moon that paints her fur a sickly, but ethereal, blue. She looks like a ghost with her bright ruby eyes — look away and one might miss her.