haze like a memory

Silently the red she-wolf picked her way through the forest, a slight limp to her stride but a focused and concerned look hardening her face. It had been just another lazy afternoon for Soralai and she had been looking forward to slacking off, until a shout pierced through the air like a punch to her senses. She could not resist investigating, but it was with no shortage of caution that she picked herself a delicate path through the woods.

They were becoming more familiar by the day. It was Soralai's unfamiliarity with this land that caused her to hurt her paw in the first place, but now she moved through even the most dense and mangled bits like a ghost through fog - if only it weren't for the inconspicuousness of her pelt. At least it complimented her Mercurior mark nicely. She peeked around corners and quietly leapt from one rocky slope to another nevertheless.

After several more minutes of sniffing around things were looking bleak. Soralai would never question her own sanity, but she was considering just turning around when another smaller, less piercing noise caught her attention. She darted for cover, eyes and ears on a swivel.