Billows of white clouds flow like a river as they float across the blue sky; the breeze that moved them also stirring her ochre colored fur. Black face peers towards the onslaught of trees before her, their protective shade beckoning to her. It is a call she cannot ignore and she moves towards the woodland, elegant long legs carrying her bodice gracefully over the terrain. She moves fluidly her head held high as her body seemingly floats over the land. The warning calls of birds scream through the air as the forest swallows her up.

The woods reminds her much of where she grew up. She moves to the south, intent on finding some decent company to convince her to stay here. But her goal was the same everywhere she went and often times it went unfulfilled. Calls went unanswered, no matter how loud she yelled them. Being impatient she lingered only long enough to fill her belly and rest before moving on. These lands were teeming with the different aromas of the ones who lived in these lands. Her steps are confident as she finds a large flat surfaced rock sticking out between a couple of pine trees. She enters a lope and jumps on to the rock. From her new vantage point she stood a whole foot and a half taller.

The yellow hued female points her narrow snout to the sky before letting a loud howl rip through her lips. For a moment the birds fall silent before letting out more shrill warning calls, as if some of them might not have heard her. The miss ignores them though, stretching out before laying on the warm stone tabletop to see if she would finally be answered.