Deepwood Weald casting a shadow

Careful steps were placed upon the foliage of the forest. Her nose would drift among the curling ferns, noting that soon winter would whisk them away completely and leave the lands skeletal. Something she might also become, she mused quietly, though did not ruminate on the thought. She persevered no matter her situation—she would continue to do so.

She wasn’t fond of the idea of moving further inland. There had been something serene about the coast, but the salt in the air still clung to her nose, and she gathered it was still close enough that if there had not been a forest, she would be able to see it’s vast depths still.

Pausing, the scent of the trail used by a squirrel caught her attention. She considered the length of time it would take to wait out the potential morsel and see if it would come back when the gentle paw falls of crinkling forest ground pulled her from her thoughts. She noted the thicker she-wolf—one who seemed lost in her thoughts as well, and she blinked, considering the moment of opportunity to learn more of these lands. Chuffing softly to gain her attention, much like the dark seafarer had to her earlier, she waited to see her potential acquaintance’s reaction.