11-01-2011, 12:56 PM
The small woman knew it was fair foolish to explore the lands in the fog but in her own right she lived in the center of their world where the fog and mist never really died. If there was anyone who could learn to live in the fog she could probably count herself among their league with her small form and need for stealth and hiding. She had thrown over her frame the wolf skin pelt, folded the skin double so she could tie both the foreleg and hindleg skins about her throat and shoulders, the face of the dead terror settling on her brow as she bobbed freely through the fog.
The smells of the fire and the territory where the man stood had been damped by the heavy scent of the fog itself, the woman didn't even realize she was coming into the more civilized section of the clanlands until her paws felt the change of earth below her pads. The grass here seemed to fade away, like a game trail or path. She lowered her nose, catching the scent of one who belonged, but not a scent she actually knew.
The small woman let the dead grass she had plucked drift from between her fingers as she softly padded down the trail. Dense swirling fogs wrapping and unfurling from around the grayish yellow cloak skin she wore as she drew almost to the steps of the house not knowing if the owner of the scent she found was looming in the same blanket of fog that enveloped her, not fully wanting to know either.
The smells of the fire and the territory where the man stood had been damped by the heavy scent of the fog itself, the woman didn't even realize she was coming into the more civilized section of the clanlands until her paws felt the change of earth below her pads. The grass here seemed to fade away, like a game trail or path. She lowered her nose, catching the scent of one who belonged, but not a scent she actually knew.
The small woman let the dead grass she had plucked drift from between her fingers as she softly padded down the trail. Dense swirling fogs wrapping and unfurling from around the grayish yellow cloak skin she wore as she drew almost to the steps of the house not knowing if the owner of the scent she found was looming in the same blanket of fog that enveloped her, not fully wanting to know either.