Private for Jazper-face 
Set in Cottontail Valley, Soran likes it there XD Apologies for the rambly-ness, can't seem to get out of ramble mode at the moment XD
It was early evening, the evening star was hanging in the sky already, along with the moon, a half circle hanging in the sky, if one looked closely enough they would have been able to see the other half, shaded but present as the moon made it's may to being full once again. To the West the sun was setting, throwing up vibrant pinks and oranges into the darkening sky, the Eastern side of the sky was already dimming, becoming an ever deeper blue as the sun sank, giving the promise of an inky blackness fairly soon. The few clouds that drifted lazily across the sky were painted gold and blushed with pink as the sleepy sun's rays carressed them. The heavy orb itself was glowing a deep red, sinking slowly down over the horizon, making it appear as if the lands were tipping backwards to cover it, which was of course true, the turn of the Earth was what made the sun set, but it was a mind boggling thought. All around small animals were sniffing the air, most notably the rabbits, most active at this time, their little white tails flashing as the bounced amongst the tall grasses and flowers, now closing without the touch of the sun's rays to keep them open. Small birds sang a dusk chorus from surrounding trees, perhaps calling their young back to their nests, announcing that it would soon be time to sleep, that night was falling quickly and that it was time to be safe and up in the air, out of reach of any night time predators.
They could have, of course, been warning of the approach of Soran, the ebony fae was walking slowly, hitching her leather satchel up higher on her shoulder every few steps. Her eyes roamed the area, fixing on the rabbits, musing for a moment if it would be a good time to go hunting, but truth be toold there was no point, her satchel was filled with plenty of dried rabbit, enough to last her a few more day's journeying at the very least. Perhaps if she had been running lower on supplies then she would have considered hunting a couple of them, it would not have been a difficult task, they were too focused on eating, too sluggish with the promise of sleep in the not too distant future, they would have made fairly easy prey, but the ebony fae was never one to take something simply for greed, she had enough to eat her fill already, any more would be unnecessarily excessive. The ebony huntress would not worry any small creatures this evening. She would simply enjoy the coming night and complete the task that she had come here to complete.
The truth of the matter was that she was here to see Mati again, she had something for her, well at least she thought she did, something she would like. In the week that the dark lady had been gone, she had been collecting things, she had found a set of small paintbrushes and had instantly thought of her mottled brown granddaughter. She had decided that she would give them to her as a present, or perhaps even a peace offering, even if it all came to nothing she wanted her to have them, but she knew well enough not to expect much, she had never been one for attempting to buy love and she was not about to start now. Emerald eyes closed as the dark lady sniffed the air, checking that she had not yet crossed the pack's borders, even though she knew some of the members now, there were still many that she did not know, and she was not fool-hardy enough to tresspass and risk offending anyone, she needed others on her side in instances like this, if she wished to regain the affection of her granddaughter it would not do her well to manage to get herself banned from the packlands, she was unsure whether the reddish brown female would come looking for her if she did. In an instant the fragile relationship she had with her grandchild would be broken, perhaps for good.
The dark female reached out and touched one of the closed flowers as she thought about Mati, her thumb stroking it's folded petals as she looked at it, even in this dim light it showed itself as a beautiful, vrbrant red, no wonder there were so many artistic wolves in these lands, there was so much inspiration here, one simply had to look out of their window to see some scenery that just cried out to be painted. Soran wished momentarily that she had learnt to paint, captured some of the old land's beauty before it was taken away from it, but alas she had not and it was too late now, there was no point living in that regret. With that thought the dark female sat down, stretching her long legs out in front of herself, crossing one ankle over the other. She reached into her satchel and pulled out a small flask, taking a sip from it she relaxed for a moment, she would sit here for a while and enjoy the scenery and then she would cross the borders and call for Mati, she was certain that she was allowed a little rest first.
