Rising Sun Valley a backlit canopy with holes punched in it

For @Tyrr! I went with a nondescript locale. :)

Pre-dawn brought a haze of weak light across the sky. Color bled through the skeletal reach of the forest she had awoke in, but the absence of general light made her want to descend back into a drowsy state. But she pushed herself up, stretching and yawning. It was a slow process on that particular morning, as a cold chill had wormed its way into her being. She hated this partial winter nonsense. Why it couldn't simply just pick one temperature or another was beyond her, though she knew she had descended into warmer climes coming there. The earth felt damp, the snow was damp. There was little hard pack to be found and in turn, the choices in dry sleeping arrangements were far and few between.

Shaking a few damp leaves from her slicked coat, Echelon started off through the woods with no particular direction. She had been lingering near the glacier with many debates at her mind. The territory attracted her, but the thought of assigning some sort of loyalty to someone or something else, now that didn't attract her so readily. She had her loyalties, however strewn about they were. And it was becoming increasingly clear that Tonravik was more than likely nowhere still there. Yet she hadn't overruled the possibilities, she hadn't explored every nook and cranny. There were still packs in the south that she hadn't checked around, mountains that still evaded her skillful venture up and down them. It was possible she was there. There was little wrong with the region other than the dismal weather. But somehow deep inside, she knew her aokkatti had moved on.

Snorting hot air into the crisp morning, Echelon was prompt to push that thought away.

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