She had been resigned to a quiet acceptance, following her family from the peaks of Spirane to the flats of this new place. It had taken her some time to adjust to the viscosity of the air, a saltiness that left her fur tacky if she dared too close to the waters that slapped at the sands. It was the complete polarity of her old home; whereas she had towered before, she now watched the land sink into the waters each night. It was a strange place but her quiet acceptance had fast turned into quiet enjoyment. Each day brought with it a new discovery, some unclaimed path that she beat her brothers to with a tactile ease. These were all her secrets, unspoken mysteries that made her smile each time she saw her brothers by the den their mother had chosen. She was exploring. She was learning. They would never know the unusual creatures she had found or the strange places her paws had been. So many secrets were locked away by that smiling face.

The sun rose once more over the all consuming sea, a barrage of purples and oranges exploding over the soft, rolling waves. She watched in fascination, sprawled out across the sands as if she had become a very part of the shoreline. As it rose, she too rose to meet the day, rising and stretching her legs out with a silent yawn. She enjoyed greeting each new day, amazed by how it began so differently each new place they went. Her mother was not Queen here, but this meant she no longer needed to fear that her mother would return injured. They were no loner under threat and she could relax, taking to the territory with long, casual strides. For one so young, she was already aware of what it felt like to remove the weight of stress from her shoulders. They were free here, and she would be able to greet as many mornings as she wished to now. It was a fact she enjoyed tremendously.

She bounced through the sparse wood lands behind the scent of prey, her tail bouncing behind her with each step. It is one of the new places she has discovered that she passes into, slowing her pace to a crawl as she catches the sounds of the pika ahead of her. There were many here that she has no met, and she wondered if she had lost her hunt to another. The revelation came quick enough when she encountered a small wolf ahead, a wolf so small she almost mistook her for a pika herself. She shook it from her head, rising from her crouch and stepping forward with slow, cautious steps. After all, who was this? Why did she lay atop the pika and nibble so hopelessly at it? She took no hesitation, striding to a stop in front of the unlikely pair, reaching out with a paw and nudging at the pika. It cried out, of course, startled by the sudden intrusion of one truly capable of ending it. Instead, she merely pawed at it, gathering the younger female's attention before she cocked her head and furrowed her brows. A question, an unspoken request for the little one to explain herself.