Maeve had suffered through many winters but it hardly bothered the masked woman anymore, it was a plus the bogs was more slush than anything else still she couldn’t help but be drawn out. She grew tired and needed some excitement to liven her bones. The sleek woman skirted away from Iromar like a large fox. She was a surefooted creature and it was a rarity for her to make any appearance into the free lands but certainly her new title called for more reasons to go and explore once again.

She cut through the open land where hardly a tree made itself a place and the grass was now snuffed out by a thick white blanket. Some where she would have thought to be cautious but her mind was fixated elsewhere as she leaped about putting more exertion on her body than necessary as she bounced wildly and childishly towards the hardly visible rocky outcropping. Maeve had only explored here once in her younger days but it was still something that had to hold secrets.

Glimering eyes scan the terrain as she padded closer. A paw slid over a slick surface causing her to tilt her head curiously before digging into the snow. Claws scrape and click over the hard surface of a stream that seem to feed into the caverns just a little lower than where she stood. she uncovered a small section of the stream and watched the life that still coursed unearth the sheet of ice. She moved quickly pouncing on the ice with her front paws several times before finally managing to break it.

She watched as the fish swam back and forth rapidly before Maeve plunged her muzzle in the freezing liquid after several attempts snatching out a medium sized fish she scampered into the very entrance of the main cavern before dropping the fish before laying down watching it thrash about with a slight glint of amusement in her eyes occasionally prodding it with her noes if it didn’t make enough commotion for her liking. She was playful but that didn’t always mean she was kind.