Larkcall Lowlands I'm telling ya, I heard him

January had of course been tracking all of her life, the life of a CaribouPeak member. The skill practically ran through her veins, but challenged with unfamiliar terrain she found herself lost. Despite it all something, though she was not sure what, had thrown the woman off. Now she stood standing, somewhat panicked as she searched desperately for a trail of some sort. The littun's paw prints had been disfigured by the wind that blew across the endless white. A tree here or there dotted the scenery to break up the single color here and there. The bright cloud full sky seemed to mimic the ground below. January felt as if it was all going to suffocate her, swallow up her form with it's wickedness. She was almost perfectly camouflaged after all.

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