Thora, you have an unbearable itch that you simply cannot reach on your own. If you know what I mean…
Why she had stuck around, she wasn't yet sure. There was a pull to the Willows if only for the familiarity of the reigning family's ties to her homeland and yet, well she wasn't the sort to go throwing herself at the first pack to cross her path, if any. It was hard for her to consider walking among males, and a large part of the appeal of staying on her own was the freedom to simply walk away from situations that made her uncomfortable.
Still, she was enjoying the adventure. There was so much to see, new scents to sniff - plants, familiar and foreign to examine and wonder if they held any worth as tradeable goods. Today, she had discovered a magnificent waterfall, and thought her silver eyes had picked a path to its top. Well, she didn't want to be getting rusty and who knew what treasures might be hidden at the top?
It was a long climb, but well worth the view once she finally reached the grotto at the top. It seemed as though the path continued around to the east, perhaps it would bring her out somewhere on the mountain? It couldn't hurt to check. But for now she would rest by the pool that fed the falls, looking around this way and that before eyes fell on beige protrustions, hidden away in the shade. She moved to investigate. Surely not.