leaves of spring

Locha trudged through the small forest. Her white and blue tipped paws were almost as black as the rest of her from her travels. It seemed Donostrea hadn't been the only lands that hadn't fared very well this Spring. It seemed that there were always rainclouds rolling on the horizon. Although the woman didn't particularly mind the getting wet part of rain, it was just the fact that it made travelling all that harder. Oh well. At least this area wasn't too bad. The blossoming trees and shrubs soaked up a lot of the water and were the drizzle to begin again, would provide ample coverage. Blue eyes searched out around her, ears pricked. Were those pawsteps she'd heard? Eyes locking on to a figure in the distance, or rather two it seemed. A woman and something smaller could be seen just between some trees from where Locha stood. With a smile, the water-girl barked, hopefully alerting the two of her precense before making her way through the shrubs.