Leopard’s chest begins to itch uncomfortably, the way it always does when she anticipates a group conversation - poise and eloquence were things that she lacked greatly when it came to public speaking, so it was on rare occasions that the buckskin mare even attempted to draw attention to herself. However, Rhaego’s recent crowning was reason to throw a gathering together, at least from the political standpoint. Leopard wanted to build an empire for Rhaego (at this point, she is still unsure why she feels the need to help the stallion with his rise to power), and that would begin with mending whatever tears there were between the new King and those loyal to the old one.

Her hooves find the slithering line between ocean and shore. Her pace splashes water and mud onto the back of her legs, though it goes unnoticed for the time being. Salty sea breeze has clung to her mane and tail in the last few days that she has housed herself in Paradise and the long, coarse strands tickle her buckskin frame as she moves.

Upon reaching the southernmost point of the territory, where the beach turns to cliffs and affords them a better view of the ocean that separates Atlantis from Salem, Leopard turns her body in a half circle to face the entirety of Paradise. After calling out across the territory, the mare waits with legs slightly splayed to compensate for the hill that leads down the backside of the cliff and towards the center of their home. Her nostrils flare gently in anticipation for the scents she hopes will come to her as the new and old residents of Paradise respond to her call.