Stone Circle rainstorm

A sharp cut inland. Time lost between the coast and trees.

This was the life she knew

This was the life she had been made for.

Perhaps she needed to accept that fact. She was not old, but neither was she young. It was time she found her true self. Discovered what it was she needed at this point in her life.

Apparently, at this moment, it was the jagged slopes of the land. The harshness of a lone life.

She could map the lands, learn where everything led. She could learn where packs laid. What to avoid. Like this place. Where a man drippled along shrubbery in a marking manner, his body against bark.

She shadowed him from some long yards out. Tried to make a mental map of the borders he placed and the land that he claimed.

maybe going to try to use this for a scout trade? not sure if it could work and let me know if that isn't okay :)