She has done it! Escaping from her home had never been so easy as it had that night, with winter on in full blast, the males were distracted - which meant she could elude them. After they had realized she was out, they kind of found themselves tied to their "work." Funny thing about canine escapades, they never work in either creatures' favor. She has seen to the wounds that the rougher ones make on each other, fixed the damage done by the result, either way it had turned the female off of ever making cubs. It would have to be a cruel twist of fate to make her want to procreate and suffer so badly.

But, she has travelled here by way of the river, following the scent of water from the crags, first from the woods. Her paws ached and her muscles burned, she was dehydrated and rather skinny - more so than she naturally is. Her leggy frame moves with a feline and feminine grace across the expanse of wild and tall waving grass, Kiyome takes her steps toward the glistening body of water, tripping over her own paws as she makes all just haste toward the salvation of Moladion. Black paws splash against the water when she reaches it, her icy blue and jet black eyes alight with joy at having such a tremendous gift when she needed it. She laps greedily, though in short bursts, so she won't toss it back like a rejected fish.