Emberwood Arriving in a new place

at last the awqalli departed the creekland for a short while. she had made no secret of her foray; she did not want anyone to think she had tried to flee.

her trail was deliberate then, trailing rabbits into the nearby woodland. the aspen-trees towered and for a moment muskrat paused to only appreciate the sight of new things.

her claws clicked on mossy stone. the scent of rabbit was hot in the air, and the creekwolf tracked forward until she found a lone woman with a kill.

a chuff signalled her friendliness. muskrat limped closer but did not truly approach, her sharp yellow eyes filled with question.