The summer heat of Moladion is not too entirely unbearable for her. Born of the far North, her pelt is warm and thick and if she were any darker than it would be unbearable. But as it was, Rhae was mostly creme based with chocolate and cinnamon markings to match. A speckling of chocolate could be seen in an inner thigh, and she has half a warm brown mask across her facial features. Each ear is dusted in cinnamon and chocolate together as it fans down along her scruff and fading out along her spine. Teal eyes are brightly accented in an earthen face, and even as she lounges on this summer day, the kindness is not lost to her features.

Peace and quiet seemed to be her most common companions with the more time that passed. Each child of hers and Iblis was always growing, and all but the youngest of them had gone on their ways. But even those two- from the moment he could leave the den, Halcyon had been glued to the hip of his father. Iblis was more than capable of caring and watching out for him, but often it was that Rhae thought and worried for them. The Mother could not help but wonder where they might be, what they might be doing; all was well but it was only in her nature to wonder. And then there was Mugen, as he liked to call himself now, who was so very different than all their other children. It was a wonder he was their flesh and blood what with his hellion like nature, but she loved her children all deeply the same regardless of anything. It was obvious in the way she loved Cae and Gaia, even from afar in their home in the mountains. There was not a thing any of the children could do to warrant anything but love from Rhae.

Thoughts and memories of family and times passed fill her mind as teal eyes find their closure. The sun is warm as it is bright, and though she is still healthy and strong; the sun is a bright thing indeed. Growing up she had been accustomed to and adjusted accordingly to the bright snow lit tundras and plains, where glares could feel as if piercing the very pupil. But that was a long time ago, and it was summer here besides in Moladion, no need to worry of such cold thoughts. Each thoughts come and go as they please through her head as she lounges, and as the sun reaches its highest peak in the sky she's pushing her large frame up from the earth. The grass is soft and pelasant beneath her, but paws move her forward toward the Western part of Asteraia. And she keeps moving until it is that soft and oh so very warm sand is felt beneath her paws, and she closes her eyes once more at the feeling of it. It is such a curious thing, the difference between biting ice and soothing sand against ones paw pads. This was perhaps her second favourite place of her home, and she hoped that others might have discovered the bay already. It was a lovely place, truly, where the current was kept at bay and swimming was made easy and fun.

It was rather much unlike the Glorall coastline, she had learned, which was mostly made up of jagged rocks and face cliffs. There was a part of Asteraia much like it, but where the plains pack had their quiet bay cove, the seapack had their isolated island. Each pack had their own way, and thoughts of the young Glorall girl bring a kind and wise smile to Rhae's features. It was good to know others, and see young minds out and about and eager to learn. For eager the girl was, and happy was the Mother of Asteraia to share her thoughts and words. Perhaps on this day she would be able to do so again, but for then was content to enjoy the warm sand between her large and creme coloured toes.