Moonspear aperitif

Somewhere between MSP/FFG and near Silverlight Terrace.

The many scents that hit her nose were not dwarfed by the snow; the path before her smelled fresh and looked well-tread, which made Stryx nervous, although she boldly continued on her journey. As she investigated the trail she came to some understanding: there were at least two groups living in close proximity, or one very large one sprawling across the lowlands and towards the mountains to the southwest.

With the winds howling in the higher reaches (and the trees giving an occasional shudder to the weight of snow across their tops) Stryx was not sure what to do; she did not want to return the way she'd come, but could see no safe means of passage considering how prolific the wolves of this area had become. She could not recall finding a landscape so well marked before.

She took to pacing along the no-mans-land that had become of the territory edge. Many places she had visited employed this buffer around their claim and while these wolves showed signs of perpetual co-mingling across their borders, she hoped it would hide the fact she was a puzzle piece out of place. Stryx was not usually so rogue-like in her behavior but this was wintertime — a hard time for her — and the last thing she wanted was a horde of angry strangers chasing her through the snow.

As she came upon a yellowed patch of snow she sucked in a breath, mentally cursed at herself for what she was about to do, then bowed and rolled in the patch; scent-gathering was a tactic she mostly enjoyed in the spring and summer, where she could decorate herself with herbal notes, rather than the piss stench of a stranger.

Afterwards she got to her feet and scraped soft fluffy white snow over the section - and watched as more snow continued to fall after - before continuing on her way. At the very least she'd have some similarities to someone's scent, here. It might give them enough pause so she could explain her wayward travel.