Ethereal Eclipse, For: Cambria
Boredom loomed like a dark heavy cloud over Anann. Not used to being idle after spending the last several weeks in travel, she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. She wanted to learn more about Cour de Miracles before seeking out their king. It seemed few were traveling outside the pack lands with the current turmoil from the warring packs to the north. Anann didn't want to draw unwanted attention training Rem, or practicing her swordsmanship. It could prove difficult to make friends while wielding a weapon. Too cold for her to tan new leather and nothing to make with what she already had. She'd spent the morning running the options through her head. Rem had gone of grazing but she had no doubt he wasn't far away.
If she couldn't train, she could at least get a little more comfortable with her lupus form again. Removing the blade she wore on her thigh, she placed it in her pack and tied it shut. She had no permanent camp, so she just tucked her pack out of plain sight, she'd come back for it later. The change between forms was swift. The golden she-wolf stretched, black hackles and back a cloak over her honey and caramel coat. Anann felt frail in her lupus form, compared to the other two forms that she preferred. She gave a gruff bark, letting Rem know she was leaving camp. She took of at a loop Weaving between the trees, getting a feel for the feet beneath her. She had forgotten how good it felt to run in this form. The Dark woods would make an excellent obstacle coarse, she should have thought this sooner!
Never straying too far her camp, Anann had ran the area over and over, hoping fallen logs and old stumps. She had returned once to camp for some water before heading out again. Thankful temperatures were up enough her flask didn't need thawing every time she needed a drink. She ventured a little farther out this time, making sure not to head towards the warring lands. She found herself coming to close for comfort to the pack lands Heath had told her was Crimson Dreams. The afternoon had started to grow late anyways, so Anann turned towards camp. Of coarse, she had to push herself, racing across the terrain at a dead run just for the thrill of it. Sliding down a steep incline, as she had already done several times that day, a root caught her front foot. Dark brown eyes went wide as saucers as it jerked her. It sent her cartwheeling down the incline. A sudden jolt, a sharp yelp, stars exploded, and it all went black.