She had never explored the world outside of Glorall and perhaps it was best as she grew and developed herself but it was simple her biding her time until she felt a desire to wander and explore. Black and golden dipped paws pulled her from the borders of Glorall. The cry of dominance didn’t sway her from entering the marshlands it never really occurred to her the fact it was terrible and dirty she almost immediately made her want to turn back around she couldn’t imagine why anyone would fight for mud.
It clung to her creamy golden and black laden coat and she drew her lips in obvious displeasure until she caught a glimpse of a woman who seemed almost disheartened. She sheathed her shiny daggers glaring annoyed as she took the time to approach. She couldn’t just snap at the woman but she didn’t exactly know what she should say she had never really spoken to others; needless to say, her friends were nonexistent despite her slight efforts.
She growls slightly and half barks to grab the woman attention;