Prima was off to do something around the Caldera, having officially been introduced as a member of the Redhawks. Deciding to explore the area where she hadn't been to before, the woods which were filled with scrubby bushes and leafless trees, and hopefully, hares to fill the caches.
She padded over the snow, her footsteps light on the surface. When she reached the top of a small hill she stopped, her pale blue eyes staring into the distance, her gaze fixed on the line that separated the land from the cloudless blue winter sky. She then forcefully pressed her paw into the snow, as if she was to make a mark, and when she lifted it up she saw a firm imprint of her paw on the snow.
The small, sterling female turned her eyes to the ground. Prima was here.
Then she smiled, and brushed the pawprint away so that it disappeared from the snow.
