a mile a minute, everything's a blur

Turmoil had struck Auster the moment the Saxes had stepped paw across the Bifrost. And though her father had wanted to delay her first mission as Envoy, she had insisted on going. A simple meet and greet with Insomnia's pack leader shouldn't be dangerous as long as she didn't cross paths with anyone nefarious. With her two companions to keep her company, Bramble made her way from the Hallows north into Boreas. Her legs wouldn't grow tired until she reached the prairie full of bison, hares, and antelope.

Unlike the weather in Auster, it was cold this time of the year in Boreas. Winds brought a chill that forced her to keep her forest green cape drawn tightly over her shoulders. Berry is nestled warmly beneath her cape, the fisher content to get a ride the whole way there. Coming to rest off toward the east of the prairie, Bramble finds a secluded area where some spindly aspens grow and bushes are more abundant. Fern Gulley wasn't too far from where she was, but it wasn't the direction she needed to be in so resting here would have to do.

Setting down her pack of supplies, Bramble finds a relatively flat and rock free area in the grass to lie down in. Placing her chin upon her paws, she closes her eyes for a moment. Feeling the last rays of warmth from the sun draw over her back as it begins to lower below the horizon.