Swiftcurrent Creek Everything's turned from gold. . .into SHIT

Ranging away from the Bypass, today's heading to start had been mainly west. Of course, the road adjusted as she went and without an exact endpoint in mind, she was casual about its particularities.

Good enough weather (season considered) had helped keep travels light, and honestly, quick. She cruised along without issue, or running into anyone so far but she knew enough about the area to know to veer wide around the Emberwood's pack unless they were her focus--which for this afternoon, they were not necessarily. Her targets were beyond, to reach the mountain range at bare minimum. Once there she could stand to peruse a little more thoroughly and see what had cropped up in the meantime.

Still, when she found the creek, she knew that she was making good progress. Thanks to the valleys ahead from here, she could see a straight shot to the Sunspire--a plenty good opportunity, one she liked the company of with a road yet undecided. But, once at the creek, she didn't need to rush to cross so soon; she followed it, angling south a while, but casually on the lookout for the easiest vantage across.

Instead of prey evidence like she hoped, the winds mentioned a wolf.. and it made her uneasy. Something about it did--not that she was often that sociable in the first place. She was prepared to write it off as just being the local pack but catching a glimpse of the pale-dressed stranger well up ahead made her think about that again, and reconsider. Something was off, no doubt about it.. She sniffed again, hackles raising uneasily as she hung back, gauging the distance she best keep.

she might not creep for very long but still tho..