Dragoncrest Cliffs strings

Odessia traveled north, toward the ocean. She went west around the thicket of forest that looked like more trouble than it was worth before she encountered yet another pack boundary. Frustratingly, it blocked her path to the ocean, but she knew better than to cross that not-so-invisible-to-the-nose line. While she decided what to do, Odessia settled into a sit and scratched a particularly annoying itch in her left ear with her hind foot.
There was still no sign of her swarthy bodyguard, but perhaps this pack would hold what she desired most. With her itch finally scratched (at least the physical one), Odessia continued skirting the border, ensuring she was always far enough away that nobody would have a good reason to attack her.