Cedar Sweep What a cyanide surprise you have kept for my eyes

@Baron :D 
Forward dated to the 23rd <3 

As usual, the mammoth Harbinger was patrolling and making sure the borders, official and not, were boldly marked. Stamping her scent through the barren trees and skeletal foliage, Nyra carried on with a deadpan expression. 
A decent distance into the maze of trunks, a branch, or a twig...snapped. Drawing her ears forth, Nyra paused, poised and ready. 
Perhaps it was a rabbit? Or some other smaller creature?
Huffing, the Harbinger didn't want to leave any loose ends, and so prowled toward the sound and the scent starting to weave it's attachment to it. 

"Show yourself." Nyra commanded as she got closer, tail raised and posture dominant even though she couldn't yet see who, or what, was with her.