Shadewood Arriving to new lands

Limbs draped in ink fell carefully upon the soft terrain, pawsteps quieted by the cushioned moss that enveloped them with each step forward. Her gaze would trail to admire the few spring flowers that had begun to sprout in places where the sun triumphed over the shrouding canopy, though they had all mostly closed up as the dreary day fell like a plague unto the land. A disappointment, really, but what was to be done. She'd shrug to herself and continue her trek.

Her body was growing tired from the nonstop wandering of the last month, her mind exhausted and her heart aching in the moments she'd forget to distract herself. The patter of a woodpecker seeking its prey, the shifting clouds, the crunch of the leaves, they all served to offer a thought detached from regret and longing. Woes aside, at the very least, she'd found a spot where the shadows offered obscurity for her stygian hide. 

A small crevice between boulders offered a moment of respite, and one she was keen to indulge in. Surveying her surroundings briefly, she'd make her way into the nook, settling comfortably. She'd rest her head atop outstretched forelimbs, both draped over the edge.