Hazey's paws carried her outside of the borders, through winter-bare trees and icy rivers, to a strange field full of broken trees. Without the gnarled branches above you could see the night sky better than anywhere in the Backwater, or at least that's how she felt, since the sickly trees that dappled her birthplace felt.. sniffling as of late. Perhaps it had to do with the disappearance of her mother and the fact that she felt so out of place without the woman's presence.
Finding herself a nice spot at the base of a tree stump, Hazey watched the stars above, waiting for something, though she had no idea what.