10-09-2011, 10:23 PM
OOC: Set more inland of the territory probably a day or two after meeting Blind. ^.^
IC: Yiska had learned of a small abandoned den from the local wild life about a mile from where she had set camp. It was there that she was headed for today. The crisp morning are stung her lungs and the night left frost on her fur. This was unacceptable for a woman of her kin and she was fully intending on claiming that den for her own until she decided it was time to hit the road again. Sfter getting and shaking the crystals from her fur, Yiska quickly rolled her sleeping mat up and headed in the direction she was given.
The frost on the ground crunched under her callused paws and the air already made her nose run. She hated this time of year and usually left down south by this time to relax the winter out. However, fate had made her run into a scent and she was going to find the owner of that scent before her yearly vacation. Getting unfomfortable she shifted into her optime form, though the cold air made the process all the more worse, and bore her clothes. After she pulled her lengthy hair into a pony tail she continued on her trek.
As the morning got later she decided that either a. she misplaced her directions and was lost, or b. the local wildlife was good for nothing besides killing and eating. Yiska mulled the thought over, wasn't paying any attention, and almost fell right into the very den she was lookin for. She didnt even have time to cuss before she corrected herself. This day was going to be interesting......
IC: Yiska had learned of a small abandoned den from the local wild life about a mile from where she had set camp. It was there that she was headed for today. The crisp morning are stung her lungs and the night left frost on her fur. This was unacceptable for a woman of her kin and she was fully intending on claiming that den for her own until she decided it was time to hit the road again. Sfter getting and shaking the crystals from her fur, Yiska quickly rolled her sleeping mat up and headed in the direction she was given.
The frost on the ground crunched under her callused paws and the air already made her nose run. She hated this time of year and usually left down south by this time to relax the winter out. However, fate had made her run into a scent and she was going to find the owner of that scent before her yearly vacation. Getting unfomfortable she shifted into her optime form, though the cold air made the process all the more worse, and bore her clothes. After she pulled her lengthy hair into a pony tail she continued on her trek.
As the morning got later she decided that either a. she misplaced her directions and was lost, or b. the local wildlife was good for nothing besides killing and eating. Yiska mulled the thought over, wasn't paying any attention, and almost fell right into the very den she was lookin for. She didnt even have time to cuss before she corrected herself. This day was going to be interesting......