Blacktail Deer Plateau Witchy woman

Ash Paw slid along the late evening shadows. They played peekaboo with her patches of color. Lighting one up and then the other. She kept her head moving to and fro as she walked. Her gaze staying alert. This was the time of Amarok. He who would devour all who hunted at night. Though she had done her best to appease him upon the blood moon.

There were new scents upon the pack lands, but she had yet to meet them all. She knew Ingram had been busy, but she hadn't realized how busy until she was set to travel at night, and with no distractions and just her nose. There were at least three that she knew of that had joined their ranks. 

She smiled to herself. As she headed towards the borders. She would make a brief foray to leave her own waters, and fur and claws. Then she would perhaps fix upon her altar of bears and work at building it. It was long overdue.