Who? Hah!

Clouds hung heavy in the sky but so far they resisted dropping rain. It had been awhile since Karabela had wandered around Abaven's territory and well, it was her turn to patrol the Rustling Thicket. She deviated from the path here and then to do a bit of exploring. This was an area of Abaven that she loved but hadn't really had a chance to know, but it was about time that changed. Songbirds scattered as she slipped through the grass back to the border. So far so good. No strange wolves, no unusual scents. No bears or rival predators. A typical, average spring day. Stretching lightly she took in the morning sun which was swiftly rising to the middle of the sky.

"Speech"