Just because the path is different...

ooc: possible navigation training


The girl was tired. Ardat rose this morning, and was almost bored to tears with traveling simply to the cattail creek. Her paws had circumnavigated the hole multiple times, and she'd plotted countless attack tracks and escape routes... but it was stagnant. With a sigh, she took off, not entirely blindly, but she was out of her element. And of course it was getting dark... And she was lost. A scowl crossed her lips and she let out a timid growl. This is not what I expected... Obviously, she didn't want to worry her mother, but of course she had to explore the land. Her minty eyes glittered in the soft moonlight, the hue of the world dipped in silvers and blues. Stopping, Ardat inhaled deeply, and calmed her nerves. A calm wolf is a smart wolf. Intuitively she had learned that freaking out wouldn't help or solve anything, it would merely make her irrational. That wouldn't do, especially not for an Abraxas.

Before her, a structure came into view, at first it was foreboding, and she leaned her head down, looking left and right. Her ears flattened and her steps slowed, caution was heavily needed here. Although she could hear the noises of the world around her, there was a deafening silence as well. Creeping forward, the girl looked up, peering at the faint pinholes of light as they disappeared beneath a tangle of branches she'd never seen before. Tilting her head this way and that, she assessed the situation, and her ears twitched. Such silence is... refreshing, and unnerving. She noted, before inching closer to the wall. She didn't want whatever this plant was to touch her, at least not until she figured out if they were lethal or not. Tentatively, she sniffed at the exterior, and debated on whether or not to touch them. "What is this place?" Her words fell hard, not echoing, not rebounding just... falling into the dirt like the stones that she could feel beneath her paw-pads.