Misha padded onwards, making her way to the Valhalla territory. She wouldn't cross their territory, of course; but she was just simply curious. Curious of what lies in the pack lands, and maybe, just maybe- considering to join. Only if they would invite her in, of course. Misha looked up at the sky and let out an elongated sigh of happiness. The sun was out, but so were the clouds, and the sun was partially hidden by them. There was a slight breeze in the air, giving the impression that Autumn was here. Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently, and the trees shook with might, the sound of nature and the animals realizing the situation they were in filling the air. Misha panted around and looked for some kind of shelter, or a way free of this terror. This was all too new for her, for she had never felt the ground shake from beneath her paws. The idea began to make her sick and lightheaded.
