There is a pull. An unseen force that tugs her along, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Like a warm hand it caresses her, fingers running along her coat as it seems to take her into memory. Breathing against her neck as if to complete her; make her whole. For a moment she shivers, body trembling at the act she cannot describe. Her heart beats with purpose now, reconnecting ancient threads long forgotten that had once held her bloodline together. It was here her past had been made, the reason she existed here today. And with a shaky breath a warmth collides in her chest, giving her something she never knew she needed.

Deep in Enroca, where the marsh begins is the lost grandchild of Siegos and Asthore. Her delicate form leaning against the trunk of a tree as pale green and silver eyes look out upon the swamp. Nose twitching as lungs take it all in, storing it away. The sounds of life around her consume her, devour her as if she had never truly been alive before. Awakened since her arrival into her homeland; smothered as she merely watches the world she never knew existed carry on. Birds ruffling along thin limbs, crickets singing in the coming dark. The occasional fish leaping from the swamp. A heavy sigh falls upon her soft lips, before they pull into a soft smile. This is what she had been missing, the stories her mother told her now coming alive. The memories like fleeting scenes, another tug is felt. Caged by the land, forever lost in it's glory. It seems to refuse letting her go, to not let history repeat itself. As she gives in.

There is a gleam in her eyes, a spark of life that illuminates her for a brief second. Then she runs. Paws kissing the ground as if they were meeting a lover, lungs filled with air it craved, as her heart seems to beat to a intimate melody. And as she runs she can't help the small satisfied yips that warms her throat. Her muscles are straining with each pull, aching but completely sated at being released. It had been far too long since she had indulged herself with such actions. It isn't long before she slows, coming to the dense woods within. Her heart close to bursting with content, as lungs heave and gasp for air. A tender smile on her lips as she comes to rest within a small clearing. As head tilts back, admiring the moon upon the midnight throne as his light kisses her fur. A song erupts from her soul, as she sings to the stars. Simply beautiful.