We Are Born Like This

Her stride was at a quick pace, her paws leading her through Arcanum's territories. The plains and moor were thoroughly mapped in her mind as she renewed the scent markers and checked the borders. At least it was something useful the militant could put herself to do. She fluffed out her thick maple coat, which had grown longer to suit the winter season. The snow was only ankle deep with occasional flecks falling upon her fur. Pale sunlight glimmered through the heavy clouds and numbing breezes powerfully blew through the open plain. Through the emptiness of the dawn she felt like the ruler of these lands but alas, she was not. Only a follower she was.