just one yesterday
A dark shape in the distance attracted her moonstone gaze. She paused, regarding the strange structure. It wasn't rock, it looked too smooth for that. Curiosity piqued, she headed closer. The scent of many others soon flooded her nostrils, and she hesitated. Obviously this was pack territory, and she would do well not to go further. Cranium would lift and lower, attempting to get a good view of what exactly that thing was. The wind picked up, buffeting her form briefly, before it died down again. She let out a quiet huff, the corners of her lips turning slightly downward. Brows would draw together, and she wondered if she should speak to someone from this group. Maybe it wasn't so good a plan, but it couldn't hurt, could it? Tail tip would flick hesitantly, breath flowing from her nostrils in a puff of mist. Perhaps she would be better off simply heading back to the mangrove. She knew the place, and had grown up there. It would be her best bet. Turning away from the odd shape in the snow and ice, she took a few steps in the direction she'd come. Her prints had started to fade already, thanks to the constant flow of air over the cool terra.
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