Shilah wove around the willows, eyes peeled for herbs to add to his collection, he was settling well into Borealis but his stores were not yet up to his standards. Morning fog rolled along the ground, it was eerie…. and far to quiet. Shilah narrowed his eyes as he tried to determine if the wildlife was falling silent because of his presence or the presence of another. He couldn’t remember it being this silent the last time he was here. His ears twitched as he continued on, one paw in front of another. His breath came in a slow and steady rhythm as the mist began to rise.
