Blacktail Deer Plateau Silent Forest, Dreams of Winter

A dense forest to the right, a rushing river to the left. Rain trots between them with her gaze focused on the trees. She had been following the river for a long while, passing nothing but flat lands shadowed by mountains. This forest had been her goal once it had come into view, a symphony of color against the dying land.

Cold bites the pads of her paws as she steps into a freezing puddle left by the river. Winter was pretty much here, nipping at her nose and fogging her breath. She can envision this forest covered in the coming snows and takes a sharp breath in.

Winter, Rain belives, is the most beautiful time of the seasons. Not to mention the bite of the cold makes her giddy. Stopping to gaze into the thick trees, she sniffs the air. A pack scent taints this area, clinging to the forest. She steps to the edge of the territory, silently scanning between the truncks for movement.