A Beeline isn't Straight

Druid's Moor, she had been here once or twice before. The most recent visit had been during Modesty's lesson in creativity. It was nice to be here now, with no specific goal. However, the girl would hardly ever be free from tense muscles and the anxiety that being idle threw upon her. She needed something to do. Felt bad. Every moment spent relaxing was a moment she could be doing something. A moment to become better.

Even now, the girl kept her head on a swivel, especially where she placed her paws in such tall grass. Still sore from her most recent encounter with an angry pronghorn mother. There was an eery mist low to the floor which bothered the young girl. Being as small as she was it was harder for her to see above the low-hanging clouds and she wasn't too fond of how it seemed to cling to her pelt and lashes.

Ever vigilant, her sharp ears would pick up the sound of soft footsteps heading towards her. The lack of urgency or care in them allowed her to assume it was not a threat. Just a casual walk. She looked up and a couple of yards away would be a she-wolf. Lyra took a deep inhale, trying to identify who she was. Her scent was not recognized although there was a faint familiar scent along her pelt that most pack-mates had. The she-wolf was smaller than most in Raider's Hollow which made Lyra feel a bit better.

"Hello?", she would call out to the strange woman, being sure to keep her distance till she knew.


"SPEECH"