Having finished going through her status and spent a good half hour flat on her stomach lazily watching the tall grass swaying gently a few meters away from where she had plopped herself down, Scaly found her wandering towards the mist that had already thickened into an impenetrable fog a few hundred meters away from where she was.
Having kept an eye on this familiar fog for the past half hour from time to time as she was lazing around after a large meal, Scaly had long since realized that this fog was far from motionless, as it had begun to slowly creep closer with each passing minute. Having covered no less than twenty to thirty meters during the half hour she had kept an eye on it. Meaning she herself would be swallowed up by the fog in another two or three hours.
