If not for the water source, Paradox would have worried that she had simply gone in one big circle in her travels across the world. Greedily the ginger colored fae drank from the cool water of the river noting the odd, earthy taste it possessed. Mixing in with the earthy scent of the water, Paradox discovered that many souls had made their pass through here. Their perfumes, faint but still there. Fresh and old ones. She had never been a real big social bug when it came to strangers. Always making a point to go where there was little to no evidence of other wolves; that way she would never have to worry about an angry pack or lone wolf. Droplets of water fell from the loner's lips as she raised her head from the water and took off at a slow trot along the river's edge, taking in the scents, trying to piece together a commonality. The bouquet of long-passed wolves offered her mind the logical conclusion that this must be some sort of neutral ground. There was no evidence that anyone was living here; but that they had simply passed through while on their way.

Paradox slowed her pace down to a lazy walk, the heat of the sun beating down on her back was too much . Having been traveling almost all day, mixed with the heat of the sun was enough to wear her out. Her ginger coated frame paused in it's steps searching for a shady place that didn't seem occupied or dead. Spotting a tree not to far off, Paradox headed over to it and realized it offered a little bit of shade. She peered around again but decided this spot is better than nothing. The sweet coolness of the shade felt good as Paradox allowed her body to sink down to the ground. A yawned parted her jaws and she let her head sink down onto her paws as her eyelids close over those sunset orange optics, closing out the world before her. Audits stand alert incase one should approach her while she was napping.