She was a curiosity then and she is a curiosity now. Things in such a vein seldom change. I recall her scent well as it listlessly follows the wind. I cannot pretend that I expected to find such a scent this day, though. She has been gone, it seems, for so very long. Her scent was absent from the world outside. It was absent from here. I wonder, then, where it had been - where she had been. Perhaps, like Achlys, she was reclaimed by some invisible need to be to elsewhere. I did not understand such a thing. Not entirely, at least. Nonetheless, I follow the wind towards her, my paws taking me across the flat expanse of the shoreline. I should enjoy the sun, I suppose, before it disappears with the coming of winter.

It takes me some time before I see her but see her I certainly do; she is recognizable upon the gold of the sand. Pale, dusted in silver. I know such a face, such a posture as she ducks about. It seems, at least, that she has not changed in such a way. She remains a curiosity - such a fact has been reaffirmed as I watch her pounce about. I never understood the notion. The idea of 'play' is an odd thing. I never indulged and even now, I do not think I can. It is not a hunt, not a fight, not a process of thought: it is the lesser form of all such things. It is as children do.

I move in wide arc to make way for the fauna of this land; I come for her from the dunes now, sliding down their sandy slope before I make my way towards her. I understand she has trespassed and yet, there are few I will make exceptions for. For her, she poses no threat. Or at least, she did not before. And so, she will be allowed to continue her game of chase as she lunges for the crab. Without a word, I pace towards her, bringing myself up to her side as I lower my head to watch the creature snap at her.

"Do you want it?" I ask her simply, my eyes finally moving to meet hers before I return them quickly to the crustacean, "They are... a good taste once they stop moving."

I stare down into the red creature's own beady eyes, watching the way it awkwardly navigates across the sand. For a creature born here, it is barely a graceful thing. Nonetheless, perhaps it ought to make a good meal for her now that she has decided to return to Moladion. Or at least, I assume as much. Perhaps she would rather continue this... game, though, of chasing it about until it vanishes down one of the many holes that litter the shoreline. I cannot say for I cannot know. This woman did not make sense the first time and I am inclined to believe she won't make sense now.