11-18-2011, 04:55 AM
ooc: Sugarwoods.
ic: The cold blistering wind that ran of winter on the air made her frown. She hated the cold, as much as she hated the cold though she couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse as to why she should be sitting in her den doing nothing. She had gathered quite a few pelts and blankets from the mansion and guest house, making her little treehouse hideaway a warm little nest, but as snug a bug in a rug she had forced herself out into the cold that day to make the general rounds of the lands.
She had left borders far behind her though and had headed deeper into the woods. She had been enjoying the whipping of the leaves across her track and the crisp fresh scent on the breeze, though the bitter cold was the harsh reminder of winter to come. The tiny woman sat with her wolf skin pelt pulled tight around her small frame as she stared into the distant unclaimed lands, wondering what would have happened if she had never left Phoenix Valley, but glad just the same that she had.
ic: The cold blistering wind that ran of winter on the air made her frown. She hated the cold, as much as she hated the cold though she couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse as to why she should be sitting in her den doing nothing. She had gathered quite a few pelts and blankets from the mansion and guest house, making her little treehouse hideaway a warm little nest, but as snug a bug in a rug she had forced herself out into the cold that day to make the general rounds of the lands.
She had left borders far behind her though and had headed deeper into the woods. She had been enjoying the whipping of the leaves across her track and the crisp fresh scent on the breeze, though the bitter cold was the harsh reminder of winter to come. The tiny woman sat with her wolf skin pelt pulled tight around her small frame as she stared into the distant unclaimed lands, wondering what would have happened if she had never left Phoenix Valley, but glad just the same that she had.