Ghost Lion Crag Alone

Set at the northern edge of Ghost Lion Crag. Anyone is welcome to try and scoop her up!

Night. The temperatures were frigid. The weather, unforgiving. Snow fell in a blinding cascade from heavy clouds. The cold winds whipped, gusting furiously. This was no time for the faint of heart to be out.

But some had no other choice.

Isolated, lost and utterly alone, the dark female had no idea where she was in this vast, foreign wilderness. She had tread cautiously thus far, amber eyes always alert, filled with uncertainty. Now, caught out in the elements, she turned to her more immediate dilemma. Shelter.

The base of two great mountains at the edge of some thinned trees looked promising. With a snow peppered back and wind tussled fur, she moved with an almost hurried gait. The first low rock ledge that looked deep enough, she wedged herself under. Circling to curl in a tight gray ball, eyes forward as she huddled, to wait for a break in the weather.