Akumu luff, sorry this took so long to get up :]
She had never ventured here. Never so far north. It told her that she stayed so close to the Dreaming lands, told her that she had yet to explore and truly see the world around her. She was locked within the lands that she had grown up in, locked within the small world that was safe and content. Perhaps it was the one time in her life where she had felt so unsafe that made her strive for comfort. But she was excited to looked beyond the small world that was hers.
The sketchpad hung in her hand, the pencil coiled in her mane. Violet eyes looked out into the landscape, taking in the things there might inspire her. She had already captured a fallen tree, the branches too entwined and gnarled to not mimic their shape. But now there needed to be something more, different and unlike anything she had ever seen.
Scents unknown to her lingered in the air and soil, a territory he figured. A fear rose, but her curiosity was over powering. A little further and the earthen toned woman found the stench to be overwhelming. It was a pack, for sure, but there seemed to be death wrapped in within the distinct smells of coyote.
It was then that she saw what brought the death to her nose. Eyes widened, and the fear that had been bubbling below the surface started to grow. The skulls, the remnants of faces that looked out into the free land as warning watched her without eyes. The Dreamer faltered in her step, but did not stop.