Pads danced upon the terrian, shifting carefully with each step. Cautious many would call it. She had grown fond of all of Boreas' climates and different areas. Different packs calling many different area's or territories home. Snow flakes fell freely from the skies drowning out some sound, but enhancing other echo sounds that would be trapped in anothers ears. She was carefree today, the weather wasn't as cold as the night the sun was warm although flurries were still holding on tight. Most tree's loosing their protective clothing that the leafs offered.
Hearing the chatter from squirrels not far within the branches of trees, a few deer here and there scraping at the ground. She felt lost in a way. A yip was stolen from the young lady as stumbling over a thick root. Lifting her foot to inspect it, taking notes it wasn't broken and leaving her tongue roll gently across. Just a small sprain. Nothing that would be the rise or fall of our dear little Identification.
The scent drew on the winds of another near by, hoping that he didn't hear her scared unmindful yip. What happens if he was mean and deadly? She would try and lean against a tree for a moment, taking some of the pressure from her paw. Even if it was only briefly. A shiver raced threw her body as the wind picked up, rustling fallen foilage all around her paws as well as the mist along the labyrinth.
