Chaos SlynxSevara slunk through the bushes, her paws nearly silent on the ground. It was a considerably cold night, and the moon was full, basking the forest in an eerie light. No one seemed to creep among the twisted plants, and she let her gaurd down slightly. She wished for someone to follow and watch, though. In the quiet stillness, she began to laugh for no apparent reason. Then, she just as suddenly stopped, leaning down to examine a few dusted tracks in the forest leaves.
