Bearclaw Valley Send Me A Sign!

Inaira trailed along the valley, stopping for a moment to get a clear look ahead. Wind ruffled through her pelt, a stray leaf finding its way lodged between her fur. 'Ugh' She grumbled to herself. This was why she hated autumn. Too much maintenance on her pelt. Much harder to blend in, too. She sat down to pry it out, getting all the more irritated as it shattered under pressure and imbedded itself further within her thick coat. Great.

To be quite frank, she wasn’t exactly sure where she was at all. She’d been wandering around aimlessly for what seemed like forever since she had left home, but it seemed to finally be catching up to her. If divine intervention was real, now would be a great time for it to put its work into effect. 

Her tail flicked in annoyance as she ultimately decided to give up on getting the scattered leaf-bits out of her fur. "Whatever." The woman mumbled under her breathe. Clearly what she needed was a moment of rest before continuing on her journey.

Yeah, that had to be it. As if a shadow cast over the hill, her black pelt slumped down onto the ground as she closed her eyes for a nap. Laters problems weren’t any of her concern anymore. Who cared about being lost, anyways? Sleep was much much important.