Sometimes I can be nice

@FitzDutiful set outside pack territory :)

Raissa still wasn't quite used to the constant gloominess of black feather woods, so once and a while she needed to go somewhere light. This time she had ended up in a huge grassland surrounding a half-mountain. The top seemed to be missing.

Raissa enjoyed the light, even if the clouds blocked the sun. The cool air was damp with a promise of rain, or if it became cold enough, snow. The grassland seemed frozen in time due to the lack of wind and Raissa felt the air hang with moisture. Apon reaching the base of the tree covered mountain she stopped. She could smell the scent of another pack and for once she didn't want to cause any trouble. Today she was actually feeling nice. She was rarely nice.

Raissa stopped and wrapped her fluffy tail around her tiny paws, just enjoying the view out across the plains.