The lady steps forward, right foot first as always, and she surveys her area. The sky is bright blue and clouds float as though they are unconcerned of the dropping temperatures. Crispy auburn leaves crinkle and crack under her weight. Her hot breath turns to condensation as she exhales to take in her next breath of seasonally scented air.
The grass her paws pad over turns to dirt which turns to sand. Wind blows waves in the Western Crater lake and the water sloshes. Her blood becomes iced as it overcomes her feet, but she doesn't move. Instead, her eyes focus on the colorful fish that dart by, even if she has no intent of catching any of them. She won't let death ruin this tranquility.

The wind continues to breeze effortlessly, even as time comes to a standstill. Memories glaze over Sauda's cyan eyes, memories of simpler times and hardships that aged the dalmation beyond her six years. The times that coerced her into an independent and meticulous mindset.

She sneezes softly, breaking her view into her mind as well as the silence that lays thickly over the entire lakefront area. She steps back from the crystal waters and sits down slowly. She gazes to the horizon while fighting to repress her memories from resurfacing.