Blackfoot Forest drowning in a pool of sin

Change had never been a part of her life until the last few months. Her entire existence had been routine and lackadaisical, revolving around the concept of family and friends and all that disgusting warm hearted nonsense that she'd never entirely bought into. Yeah, family was great and all, but what about adventure? What about tasting the unknown and living a little? Mikasa hadn't understood her family's obsession with lurking behind their bubble until she'd left its safety, the first of many changes she had set into motion. The domino effect of that cataclysmic choice still made her wake in a panic, ears drawn forward and eyes scanning for the monster in her dreams.

She had decided days ago that she wasn't a fan of change after all. Returning home was not an option after the bridges she had burned; even if the desire was there, her pride would not allow her. Mikasa was not some sniveling whelp to return home with her tail tucked and suffer the embarrassment at being pitied by her family. No, she would just force herself to find something worthwhile. Something that would make all of it worth it; naturally, she hadn't a clue what that was.

She certainly wouldn't figure it out lazing around, however.[size=small]
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Mikasa pushed to her paws and shook her coat, sending a light rain of pine needles cascading to the ground before she picked up a lazy jog to nowhere. She still hadn't encountered any of the packs she scented on the breeze and thought maybe that was for the best… at least for now.[size=small]
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It didn't take long for her to catch a glimpse of another among the pines and despite her recent history, she was far too curious for her own good. Mikasa woofed a soft greeting and gave a few amicable wags of her tail, eager to meet a local of this strange new land- if he even was one. 

@Andrealphus