Hideaway Strath Set the stage

It was night. Dark, looming and not a good place for War. She had been awakened by the haunted images of blood being spilled by her. She did not understand these images, did not understand the signs for it was all she knew and waking in slight panic was not something she had grown used to yet. Though her body was in panic her face did not show it. She lifted her body up from the sleeping position, the huge female soon began walking instead.

She found a clearing, an open area and this was what she needed, this would be her medicine for sleep. She dug er paw into the soft soil and began drawing with her paws. She did not dig deep, but deep enough so the line was noticeable. She drew a large circle into the soil, turning and drawing she closed the circle and then sat within it.

The scene was set. The ritual was ready, and she just needed her participants. She sat completely still in the night and awaited, her ears pointing forward, listening, waiting for someone to come and she did no move one inch. She was awake, she was ready.