Deepwood Weald as if through water from the bottom of a pool

she cut through the mountains on one of her failiar paths, finding comfort in the steadiness of movement. there was an itch in the back of her mind, something that groaned at the prospect of another long journey lacking the desperate purpose of her last. the part of her was relatively new, and whispered to her of all the good things that would come if she simply turned back - to the plateau, the maplewood, and simple stayed. still, when the woman crossed left the flatlands, the voice eventually relented.

she'd decided on cutting around silvertip; her father's bones lay there, and it felt wrong to visit them now. it was only when she'd began to circumnavigate the dense wood where she'd last met Dirge, that the multitude of scents here became obvious and interesting. he'd seemed to claim dominium over the dense tangle last she'd been here, and she wondered if the new group had pushed him out, or joined him here. she did not know why any would settle here, and so tilted back her muzzle and called for company.
maybe @Damien or @Nocturnal?