An hour or two tops. That was what Enoki kept repeating within her mind as obsidian limbs struck with determination at the frozen earth below, waves of disturbed powder flinging into the air in the wake of her strides while smoldering amber irises continuously cast a wary glance toward the darkening sky above holding a silent promise to unleash one hell of a storm regardless of whom became trapped by the blistering winds and sting of whipped snow to the face. It was not the brightest idea on the piebald's behalf to engage in such a risky adventure outside Ridge borders, but the melancholic cloud that clung above the pack as of late was damned near suffocating and she needed fresh air. The darting timber wolf was positive she had at least an hour for personal time away before the storm would force her to return to safety.
Ebony brims parted to allow the length of a salmon tongue to rest atop the points of tarnished teeth, a column of exhaled hot air from contracted lungs swirling among the transparent mist that cloaked the sprinting beast. Casting a glance over an ivory clad shoulder was the only answer Enoki needed to know she had traveled far enough for today. It would be best to keep the umbrella shaped boughs of the barren willows well within her sight should the storm advance early. Decreasing the speed of her flying pads down to an easy lope, the plush outline of her tail wagged lazily at her hocks until a brisk walk transformed into an utter standstill once dull nails scratched the icy surface marking the beginning of the lagoon. This would do for now.