With spring's arrival, she had taken to the free lands to explore the fresh flowers and greenery. It had always been one of her favorite times of the year - as a child, she had always enjoyed scampering up and down the shores and throughout the forests. Now, she had taken a keen interest to the fields, where the flowers grew thickest and where their scent seemed to permeate from for miles. It made her smile to herself as she roamed along the paths, avoiding crushing as much as possible. She'd hate to ruin the sight for anybody else, after all! It was the least she could do to extend some compassion.

During her journey, she could hear the far off sound of yips and excitement. It lured her towards it, her tail bouncing cheerfully behind her as the strangers began to take form some distance away. However, a vaguely familiar scent drifted through the tall grass - blood, aged and stale, and something akin to the scent that had drifted dangerously close to Glorall's border. It made her curious and tentatively, she had stalked towards both it and the other playing wolves. It was only when she made out the form of the small white female that she paused; she could make out the gnarled flesh even at a distance, its gruesome appearance bringing a sorry smile to Cersei's lips. She wanted to help. It looked... painful and she had limited knowledge of healing, after all. But would that be okay? Or would it simply cause them both to suffer? It made her twitch, her feet uneasy in their attempt to settle. Eventually, she found herself stuck between joining those frolicking and approaching the injured stranger. For now, she had come to a crossroad that she hadn't a clue how to navigate.