I'm Left To Discover On My Own

Walk | "Talk" | Think
Location: Corpseghoul Swamplands

A soft nose raised slightly to the scents not too unfamiliar to her. The stink of the swamplands was close to what she was living in now, though her own den she hand picked and dug in the center of a small meadow patch of lavender that fragmented off her pelt strongly, even through her steps in the mucky, soft ground.

She was gentle with her steps, checking to make sure the ground was sturdy for each of her paws and the incoming weight. And even though her eyes were scanning her fogged surrounds with her lifted nose, each leg lifted over the thick and weaving tree roots as if they sensed they were there and her paws never once faulted over them.

Dainty prints behind her, she would stop somewhere far in the land to give a gaze across anything she could see even through the light fog, only mostly interested in what herbs she could find here if any. She couldn't say she enjoyed wading through the slush and mud but it wasn't too much of a bother to her as some girls would be.