Bramblepoint A thorn for your troubles

Hello, this is my first post on Wolf! I am excited to start roleplay here. Feel free to hop if you are interested.

The promise of something sweet was what had lured Vale into this forest. What her keen nose failed to derive from the wind was the defensive arsenal of thorns that curtained the land here. Every placement of her paws was with care. Care to not add yet another bramble between her toes.

Despite being accosted by the vegetation, the trek was fruitful in the information it provided. Many a bush had starting forming buds in preparation to bloom. She was early. Vale eyes switched from scouring the forest floor and the bushes that littered it, to surveying the trees above. Some of a variety unknown to her were blossoming. The aroma was pleasant. 

Upon winding her way into a small clearing, Vale sat down. Lifting a forepaw to tease away a particularly sharp torn, she reflected. Her short time in the Teekon had shown to her a great many things she had never seen prior. And there was more to explore. 

With a stern tug, she spay away the nuisance. Lapping at the small well of blood left behind. A contented smile pulled at the corners of her lips. It was nice to have things to look forward to.