Silver Moraine chain hits my chest

For @Thuringwethil, this is probably a joining thread. Catching up on other threads the rest of this week, but this should have gone up a week ago. >_o;

Magpie still felt conflicted; her urge to settle down and her traveller nature seemed at constant odds. But the winter was swiftly deciding for her, as instinct commanded that the ordinarily social and extroverted woman avoid her own kind— she did not want to appear a threat in a season of limited resources. Even drifters life herself would view her as competition, as danger... and Magpie had always been a lover over a fighter. She would not bet on herself.

It was too late to meet with the Corvidae at their winter grounds, and she had already traveled far from the caldera— a territory that would welcome her, no doubt, if she hadn't insisted upon moving on. She trailed the odd, rocky landscape that seemed so out of place in the rest of the valley, scenting the air and pondering her next move. She had never visited this portion of the Wilds before, and knew nothing of the packs that did (or did not) reside here.