Time was what she needed, time to slip away and find who she was, and where she belonged in the world. True, she was a bit overly insightful, always looking on the bright side as if nothing could ever go wrong for her, chasing dreams and wishing for the best. Beda had no idea that anything would ever harm her, and that everything was great- she thought she lived in a perfect world. Beda was about to find out how perfect life was. The lighting was dim in the area she had chosen to rest, tree tops blocking the rays of sun and shading her from the blistering heat of the summer. Birds sang and rodents thrived, plentiful berry bushes and prey items for her to snack on. Beda woke up to the singing of whipperwhills every morning, their song carrying sweetly to her domes, through the crisp breeze that blew by day and dancing around the trees.

The femme's domes twitched softly as they did when she heard their song, her eyes fluttered innocently as she became fully awake with the day, stretching her lengthy limbs and shaking out her fur. Beda's teal eyes glimmered with the single beam of sun passing through the trees as the wind swept away the branches, the light soon disappearing as she yawned and trotted away. Her legs carried her fluently through the patches of forestry, over the obstacles and around the bodies of water.

Beda wore a bright smile, her banner swaying in a friendly manner behind her as she trotted, all the way to a small stream that-unknown to her- was Abendrot pack borders. Stepping into and through the stream, she crossed into the territory, suddenly catching the smell of the pack and her smile faded. Her tail stopped wagging. Beda waited for them to smell her, for she was upwind of them, her aroma would shortly be carried to any one of the members. Whimpering softly with slight concern, she cowered and crouched low to the ground, body submissive as she waited for them to arrive.