<blockquote>The sun began its fixed ascent through the mottled skies of ivory, its rays beginning to progressively warm the cool dew of the morning from the brisk evening of before. With an evident <span class='word'>moue</span> of distaste written across the dark plane of her muzzle as the Vielle female rose from her slumber, her sleep from the night before wasn't as satisfying as it wanted to be. Several intervals of night terrors struck her, none of which she could remember as she rose with the mounting sun to stretch her crackling joints and ease her stiff muscles, but knew the night terrors disrupted her sleep. The Subordinate claimed rest at the previous day's twilight hour, so there was no need to make up for lost sleep by spending half the day away lounging. There was a whole new world to explore, and places to scope out.
Skirting away from the Plateau den and loping down the Northern range of the Dire Mountains, the Plateau Subordinate passed an unnamed pool of water to the North, only to glide right into what was a thicket that held a sweet smelling aroma in its region. Even while the senses of a wolf were naturally sharp and her olfaction picked up the candied like scent a mile back, the aroma was amplified, and surprisingly, made her salivate. Feeling the ridges of her dark ears perk up and her neck sit a little higher upon her spine to investigate, the more she progressed forth, the more she began to notice that there was a dazzling splay of crimson found throughout the fauna. It didn't take long to note that these crimson objects were the result of the sweetened smell.
Elvira was never granted the opportunity nor honor to taste a fruit such as the mysterious berry like plants here, and seeing as how many were out of earshot and reach, there was one tree to which she immediately approached to place her forepaws upon, standing on two limbs, and trying to crane her neck as much as it would stretch, her jaws clicked in several snaps in order to obtain a branch. Well, it <i>looked</i> low enough for her to get at. Unfortunately, whether she was too short or the tree was too tall, she was unable to obtain what she wanted. Snorting, her forepaws fell back down to the Earth, and from there stared up to contemplate upon another way to get at them.</blockquote>