Zones

It was one of those perfect days in the Moor. Fog lay thicker than usual over the land, shrouding the surroundings until it was difficult to pick out a solid shape any further away than perhaps ten feet in front of her for shorter wolves, maybe further for the larger members of the pack.

It was where she reveled in the land most of all. Ghosting from one side of the territory to another, always practicing and improving her ability to simply step out of the mist unexpectedly. She highly enjoyed the stealth aspect, even going as far as to practice on prey animals.

She’d been sitting silently up on the wall, watching both the exterior and interior goings on in careful scanning sweeps of her eyes, barely turning her head. She never focused her eyes on one point for long, instead letting her focus travel, snapping back to some spots when she thought she saw movements, whether they were prey or other wolves.

It was this scanning that alerted her to the presence of her Uncle, as well as Amos. The distant squeal of a rabbit had been heard though dismissed. She knew it was one of the pack hunting it.

She finished her sentry duty and leapt nimbly from the wall, padding on stealthy paws toward her packmates. She was well shrouded when she found a scene developing, and a wicked grin formed on her features as she lowered herself slightly, even more well integrated in the miasma of mist. Her coat color was perfect for this place.

Amos was clearly having a bit of fun with Laisren, whom she could just see hunkered in the heather. Amos hadn’t caught her presence yet, so she decided to have a bit of fun for herself. She circled carefully, silently, before she slipped forward, aiming to come up behind him while his attention was on Laisren.

Then, with a grin, she leapt forward, breaking her cover and aiming to land next to Amos with a cheerful “Hi!” as she grinned cheekily up at him.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think