Umbra Copse stomping grounds.

This place was familiar to her. It reminded her of her once-home at Seahawk, and she was most content in this Copse, even above the territory Phineas and Borlla would be laying claim to. Perhaps this would be where her roots would settle and grow. Perhaps not. As she lurked in the fog, the woman moved with a confident step. At the very least, she could keep others away. The place was close enough to the place of blooming trees that she could move here as she pleased. So again she found herself there, scouting new scents and pissing on them without regard. It might not be her place now, but in time it would be; she would fight for this place would any think that it would one day be theirs. The others may as well be warned.

The Matriarch of Tartok wove through the trees expertly. Prior to joining Phineas and his band, Siku had rested here for a significant amount of time. She did not know everything about the place. But she would learn. Now was as good a time as any, was it not? There were no distractions. The forest was warm, and darker than was typical at the early hour due to the cloudy forecast. Siku did not mind. She was in her element.