[CactuarJoe]

The soft creaking of wood and rope mixed with the swelling and diminishing of bird calls acted as a gentle wake up call for Embla, who drowsily rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Rolling out of her hammock she stretched the stiffness from her limbs and walked to a barrel near her front door containing mountain spring water. There she splashed some water on her face, got a mug full for refreshment, and dressed eagerly to go and investigate her find.

"It's gonna be a good day for 'ol Embla." she said happily as she stepped out her front door to head for her prospecting stand. Stepping down into the dew soaked grass Embla halted. Looking all around her she surveyed the surrounding mountain side. There weren't any sounds of moving wildlife, nor had the birds ceased their relaxed songs, yet still Embla felt a sense of disturbance in this area she called home. Casually, Embla walked to her stand and grabbed her mattock, years of using it had built up her familiarity with it along with the muscles needed to wield it well in both combat and the mines.

A good piece of iron in hand Embla began to search her surrounding land, her own cabin. Obviously nothing, or no one, had been hiding inside so she walked the perimeter to check the outside. Her barrels of supplies had no intruders hiding behind them and Embla began to calm down about her domicile before she walked around to the back of her home and saw something white laying and snoozing against her home. Embla wasn't sure if this was a dog or an albino wolf, nor was she sure why it was even sleeping against her cabin but it couldn't stay, not for her own safety. So she planted her feet, readied her mattock on her shoulder, and called out in a loud voice, "OIIIIIII!"