into the painted grey

AW, but attn: Scimitar!
Time: Late morning, around noon.
Weather: Cloudy, foggy, no wind.

Dawn had brought with her a foggy morning, enshrouding the sleepy world in its muffling blanket of grey as the sun remained ensconced behind a layer of thick, wintry clouds. Even now, hours later, as morning became afternoon, gauzy veils of fog still laced through the forest, creating ghostly new walls and pathways amidst the great trunks of pine. It was dark in the forest, for what little sunlight came through the overcast could not pierce the forest's evergreen canopy. Chakra made her way through a well-traveled part of the forest, not too far from the western boundaries of her territory, sniffing out what she thought might be a game trail. The only time she took a break from patrolling the borders was to look for game — a commodity that was somewhat scarce at this time of the year, though they had done better than some with regards to food.


Raising her head, her nose twitched acutely as she scented the air. She smelled many of her packmates on the fragrant air, a fact which heartened her, for she took pride in the size and strength of her pack. They had grown quickly and established an unmistakeable presence in this place, one which could no longer be ignored or overlooked. It was worthy of a smile, and a faint one flickered over her onyx lips as she thought about it.