Nightmare Mode

Aris stretched, cat like, coming awake in the chill winter air to shake snow from her coat. It would have been probably more pleasant to sleep in her well-appointed, fire warmed den in the col, but she'd been on a patrol and had strayed far from the border tracking a cougar to be certain it wasn't going to return, and by then it had been late enough that she had figured she'd rather sleep in the snow than trudge all the way home before getting shut eye. So she'd tucked herself up under a tree where the snow wasn't so deep and she'd gotten decently good sleep. Now, she might as well be heading back to check in and get something to eat before she'd head back out again. Pausing midshake, she tilted her head, certain she'd heard something.