Arms Full of Splinters [AW]

Pyralis stretched up a nearby aspen tree, her claws kneading at the tree as a soft breeze slipped through the leaves.  The most pleasant rustling sound drifted down to her.  It was a shame though that the fog seemed to be growing denser and a mist was starting to drift down from the sky, clinging to her coat in delicate droplets.  The cool mist would've been a wonderful gift on a hotter day but with the mild autumn it was hardly necessary.  Ah well… her nostrils flared as she took in the scents around her.  She caught the scent of beavers and half wondered what it would be like to hunt one.  Were they any good to eat?  She needed to pick the brain of one of the Abraxas hunters.  Coming back down to all fours she yawned and set about on her way, shifting through the mist in search of destinations unknown.