She squatted near a run off stream which originated high up in the snow capped mountains to her backside, a single kunai blade submerged beneath it's running waters. For a few feet and for only a few seconds would ribbons of crimson run with the water's flow, freeing itself from the weapon. Ao was inaudible as she washed her ninja tool, the grass behind her stained equally red yet no trace of bodily harm having come to her. For a moment her eyes would stare into the reflection produced by the clear stream, a ripple from a passing fish distorting the mirror image. At some point between the distortion would be a disappearance of the three tomoe, her eyes returning to normal leaving only her natural cerulean eyes to peer through the holes in the mask adorned. Standing fully it would only take a single swiping motion for the kunai to be relieved of any traces of water and would swiftly be positioned beneath the right sleeve of her cloak.
Extending her palms, she calmly clap both hands together with each individual finger interlocking in a series of handseals which would culminate in the holding of the final seal. Her chakra, invisible by normal means would be filtered into the air around her and interact with the natural vapor that filled the atmosphere. Collecting at a source just in front of her being, a sphere which would start as small as a marble would over time enlarge to become a bowling ball size of collected water which floated free of the ground. Staring into the sphere of water her hands would motion once more and only weave through a single sign independent from the series before. The effect would however have a connection to the technique which gathered the water in the first place as her chakra still persisted through the water vapor in the air. Ripples would start to be produced within the sphere, covering it's surface area but only originating from a single source. It was a simple sensory jutsu, one which allowed her to keep track of any chakra signatures which entered the vicinity of her influenced area and dictated as a ripple source on the orb for location purposes. For now, she was alone within the clearing..
Placing her hand along the Anbu mask, she remove it from her face and quick shift to slide it into a pouch on her backside. There was no need to replace her cloak as it wasn't anything defining or symbolic, just a black hood cloak which easily covered almost to her knees and extended beyond her fingertips. The temperature at the foot of the mountains cool, enough to cause her breath to be visible with each exhale yet even here she was not at the mercy of the weather.
"....I hate being dragged this far away to track down targets.."
She'd place her palm along the pouch on her backside, within resting not only her mask but a sealing scroll which was filled with human remains to be disposed of at a separate location not to be traced back to this position or to an anbu operative being the one to have caused the beings demise. Taking a few minutes to ensure the grass where the blood had remained stained had been diluted with a puddle of water, she'd find her gaze attached the mountainous majesty at her backside. There was something captivating about this area of the world, where the earth met the sky and the snow blanketed the crown of it's tips in white....where nothing resided and yet everything lived. This momentarily time to take in the sites did not last long as she would cancel the sensory jutsu causing the orb of water to break apart.
All before beginning to walk casually for now towards the general direction of the Dragontooth Pass. It would take some time to reach there, faster if she was sprinting however she neither had a sense of urgency nor a reason to rush back.
[WC: 670]
[Looking for nothing in particular, accepting whatever may be found]
