She had run as far and as fast as her mortal shell would allow her. Her spirit drove her further into the heart of Moladion, bypassing all of the possibilities at the valley, forest, or crags. She felt drawn toward the east of the continent and only felt some semblance of solace when her pink and chrome eyes had set upon the vast expanse of field and water of Ruieze.

Her pace had since slowed to a more sustainable jog as her tongue hung out of her jowls in a heavy pant. Her snow touched ears quiver at all of the sounds around the fields; from the call of the elk to the splashing of feeding fish in the lake. Once she has regained her breath, she slows to a languid walk and approaches the rippling water at the westernmost shore. Her luminescent colors stand out amidst the tall, golden grasses as she pushes through them decidedly. Her eyes were scanning the earth for even the smallest sign of companion or prey. She would not be taken by surprise so easily.

Certain that she was alone, the snowy femme continues onto the sandy beach of the lake, her paws leaving perfect tracks in her wake. One ear twitches back as the distant cry of a raven catches part of her attention but she returns her focus to the water quickly thereafter. She is aching for water and stops short of it to lap greedily so that she may sate her thirst. Her eyes flick upward toward the lonely island at the center of the large basin and wonders to herself what may lay in the trees.