Eyes of a Wanderer

Hawkeye sat on her ledge, tail swaying as she held her eyes closed in the sunlight. Her black fur warmed in the chilly winter air. She opened her eyes and was partially blinded by the thin white blanket that had recently covered the lands below -- except the hot springs. Those were never bothered by any element.

She looked over to her altar; the jagged stump and colorful rocks that decorated the area around it. She had retrieved the skull and bones from the small cache in the den, but improvised what to do with them.

Do what your heart tells you to... whispered Sos into her ear. A shiver went down her spine and a smile appeared on her face. She shifted from her haunches and went to lay like the sphinx in front of the shrine, bowing her head and mumbling things she thought would please her dark bear god.