Keeping an Eye on you.

[Bria]

The wind rushes the leaves about into a fury and ruffles her thick blue coat. Thornclaw batters her eyelash against the wind stinging her eye, but is not in the least put out by the fierce fall wind. She loves the crunch of autumn leaves under her paws, the snap crunch of pumpkin in-between her fangs, and the howl of ghosts call that starts up at dusk.