Sex: FemaleThe grass was dry and brittle below Olwyn's paws, crackling and crunching underneath her weight. Two-toned eyes shifted to face the sky, whose tempestuous clouds seemed to pass teasingly. It certainly didn't feel like it was going to rain, and by the look of the forest, her instincts were likely correct. Ah well, she'd just have to go further in search of water. Her paws surged forward with purpose, though the yearling hadn't a clue where she was headed. Perhaps that was the beauty of being alone. Home was everywhere, and nowhere at all. An audible snort vibrated the caves of her nose, amused at her own optimism. Since when was she the puddle-half-full type of girl? Speaking of puddles.. Her gaze lifted upwards once more, glaring at the rain-heavy clouds as if she could simply will them to loosen their grip. Figures.
At some point she came across a small skeleton, time-worn, and barely recognizable. It wasn't uncommon, and certainly didn't strike her as odd. But the farther she walked, the more frequent the little piles became. Another, then another, until the soft crunch of grass against her paws eventually gave way to the soft clanking of bone as it shifted below her. Perhaps there was something in the water, or air that had caused this mass death? Or someone had a habit of saving their bones? Either way, it was certainly interesting.
