The dropping light of the sun painted the land with faint, warm hues of orange, and pink. It wasn't what she was watching, even though she was going that direction. Her mind was all about the east, on the moon. She intended to watch it rise, and bath in its luminous light. It would give her the insight she needed. The silence and assurance she sought. As tonight it wouldn't just be full. It was also one that belonged to the wolf. A symbol in the brutal winter of their power that also promised to bring strength and clarity. It would be the best time to mediate on where she may be lacking. It might just the best time to scry. It had been awhile since she'd been successful, but she didn't hold onto the thought.
Withdrawn to the western part of the territory, a top a small hill she waited for the day to be officially over. Though impatience may have writhed beneath in her dark coat, even breaths were all she allowed. Gold eyes trained along the dark silhouette of the mountain. Little by little the sun's light came to an end, and the silvery orb began to ascend above the dire mountain. The sky changing to a rich cobalt, and the snowy landscaped beginning to glow in turn. Already she felt anything unsteady leave her.