What a perfectly glorious day it was. As the days ticked by Ankh seemed to grow and grow so that she looked tall and willowy despite not actually being tall at all. Long legs, she had told her mother, meant she could eat up ground faster. Running was a freedom to her. It was a think she most enjoyed with the wind combing through her soft fur. It gave her the illusion of flying. Sometimes she fancied that wings unfurled from her back and she did take flight, looking down on the world with a satisfied smirk. Then her paws would touch the ground once more and that imagination would scatter in the roar of the wind. She runs now in the direction of the mountain peaks, pale eyes glancing up occasionally to spy the clouds that cover the tips of the mountains. Did caves lead all the way to the top?

She would find out one day. Arthfael had decided to leave them in favor of life in the mountains and while she begrudged him the adventure she was not yet ready to rip herself from her mother's bosom. They had not often got along at times due to Ankh's petulant nature as she grew but lately there had come a kind of accord. Often she could be seen brushing against her mothers side or taking time to throw a leg over the alabaster neck of her mother and groom her fur much to Natu's pleasure. Grooming had begun to become a thing she was most devoted to.

Even now her thick tail waved out behind her like a brazen banner as her steps slowed closer to the border of Spirane. No one had seemed to have a problem with her being here before, she thinks, and Arthfael and Ailith lived here. Plus Sleekwing knew her and she liked Sleekwing. She tended to think that he liked her too so instead of announcing herself she lifts her head, angling her neck in a most elegant fashion and letting her tail sweep out behind her while practically prancing into Spirane.

Ankh moves with a well practiced grace, lifting and placing her feet gently on the carpet of grass as she walks through the lowlands, ears swiveling back and forth to catch sounds and nostrils flaring to catch the billion scents there. Let them see her, she thinks with an inner grin, because in the afternoon sunlight she was glorious! She had made sure to wash her fur extra clean today and groom it extra pretty in order to impress, because lets face it, she was a bit conceited. But would anyone come to bask in her presence?