Honeyed Pasture She just sleeps through the night

As dusk fell, Eydis found herself straying from the territory laid out so carefully by Forneskja.

She felt that she had been pulled along by an unnatural, maybe even mythical force. It was the only explanation, for what reason would she have to wander so far?

Stood in a pasture, she found herself paused. The was nothing significant. No out of place scents, or mysterious objects. Only a pasture. Lifting her head she let out a long, nearly mournful howl.

Eydis shook her head, grunting at her own ridiculous behaviour. This was quite the pain, for now as she returned she would surely not be back in her den before nightfall.