Straw in the Wind

Fog rolled in with the cool of the evening. Ulmaria wandered along the edge of the swampland, eyes scanning over the plantlife that dwelled just beyond. Now six months old she felt a bit more confident about wandering into neighboring territories uncompanied. Well, mostly uncompanied. She beckoned to her companions to follow her as she stepped out into the swamp lands. She told herself she'd be back before dark, it was just going to be a quick little jaunt over to do a bit of exploring. Nearby she heard an owl hooting softly as the crickets hummed and sang, their last few songs before winter moved in.