The multi-hued damsel bristled, her fur standing on end as her chilling ice orbs scanned the ghostly scene of the forest filled with fog. Every instinct in her body told her to leave, to explore a new place, yet curiousity always seems to win over sense.
Slowly, eagerly, Opal stepped forth, taking note of the scents and what direction she was headed. She would have to hunt in order to find a quick meal, as nothing came easily on your own. The female stuck her snout into a rabbit burrow, hoping to find some defenseless offspring, but retracted with a defeated huff when all she could pull out were a few dry pine needles.
The fem decided to save hunting for later. Who could focus on stalking other creatures when there was a whole new landscape unfolding in front of you? She paused for a moment, the eery feeling of being watched made her shudder. Opal headed westward, trying to put her mind on the path ahead, and not what lurked behind her.