Haunted Wood Never Ending Roads

the woman stood among the trees with her leg raised arrogantly, and a stream of urine coating the leaf-litter, spoiling the ice and snow a sour yellow. when this was finished she kicked back her heels and dragged her palms in the dirt, letting claws mark the soil. any who came across her scent would know to be wary.

she moved on from there to another copse of trees. this one she rubbed with a shoulder, netting dark hairs upon the bark. a few feet later, she came across a scent that was intriguing and so she dipped low and rubbed her chest upon it, to gather it.

it was at this point - as she shook out her coat again - she heard the sounds of pawsteps and became alert to her surroundings.