With her, movement never stopped. The moment she had awoken, her brain had been aflutter with thoughts, plans and ideas that spanned the entire of Moladion. Though she had been requested to stay in Spirane, part of her missed the shores of Glorall and perhaps a certain somebody there. At least, she definitely thought it was missing she felt - she knew she certainly missed Rogue, at least, but what of Judas? That connection was still a bizarre one, after all. All she knew is that the day they had hunted the platypus had been one of the best days she could recall; it had been fun, exciting and she might have even learnt something. So, of course, many of her ideas revolved in part around that memory. That's why, half way through the morning, she found herself at the familiar borders of Glorall with a mischievous grin and waving tail. That hadn't been so hard!

Much to the acclaim of her mother's, she strode across the borders with no regard for the higher powers. Indeed, if they wanted to scold her then let it be - she'd certainly kick up a storm. After all, she had been born and raised here! This was her home, too, just like Spirane. The first thing on her agenda was simple: she'd find Judas first, perhaps coax him into taking her hunting or something and then she'd find Rogue and demand some motherly love. It was a good plan, she figured, all too chuffed with her success as she rose over the dunes and broke out onto the flat shores that lead towards the rockier southern region. It was where she expected him to be and as she gained a closer footing, she darted off the shores and into the rugged grass that lined the area. There, she'd hide away and wait, her body low in the sand and her eyes bright with excitement. Checkmate.

It seemed like forever that she waited, her tail impatiently slapping the sand behind her as she began to flex her paws in the sand - bored, and yet just as anxious. It seemed like forever until she caught the all too familiar sound of paws against sand, their timbre one she'd recognize even in her sleep. It took her but a split second to leap from the grass and sprint onward, diving straight at him with her teeth bared before she threw herself forward, her teeth aiming to nip playfully at his ear. If she missed, then so be it, she'd keep moving towards the sea, pivoting swiftly in a spray of sand and water as she hit the water. It was then that she paused, head down with a toothy, up-to-no-good grin. Gotcha!