Sex: FemaleThese hills were almost familiar. The sloping reds beneath the melting white frost were nothing but telltale signs. Nim was close. She was about to find exactly what she had been searching for. Glimmering quicksilver eyes regarded the wide vale below. Skeleton trees. Dead ferns. A graveyard littered with forest debris and hidden histories.
Fate couldn't have been more kind.
Light steps and strong limbs brought her to a safe spot in the hills where she could slide the rest of the way down. Giving her mottled coat a shake, she stretched the lower half of her body then started a path into the treeline. The woody giants here barely gave the sun a chance. With needles and leaves so green, the place had to be a good one, even with the icy chill.
Nim shivered as she came to a stop, nostrils flaring and guard hairs prickling. There was a pack nearby. She craned her neck to the right and a smirk found its way onto her maw. How close was too close?