She runs far and fast; she had been for some time now. These days it seemed like she never stopped. The harsh winter outside of the mountainous border of Moladion tries to slow her down but her deft paws and lithe frame carries well over the snow. Her body moves in a rhythm that most cannot hope to acquire; an easy grace gifted by the gods of death. Over the years she has practiced this delicate art until it has become natural to every muscle in her body. It listens without question to every command her mind makes and does so in a way that mesmerizes anyone lucky enough to watch.

Her body twists as she curves to turn toward an opening at the base of the mountain range just outside of the Moladion realm. The great rocks split to create a slim crevasse in which she can pass through to lead her further eastward. Its walls were crafted from dark stone and cast even darker shadows in the midst of early dusk as she made her way through. Now within the safety of the walls she feels comfortable enough to slow her pace to a comfortable walk for now. But the echoing sound of small rocks tumbling down the narrow canyon compelled her ears to snap forward as her bright seafoam eyes peered into the distance.

As she progressed forward the noise of rolling pebbles sounded behind her and her head turned slightly so that she was capable of seeing a large, tawny figure prowling just within a few yards. Her heart kicked in her chest as the threat of danger provoked a rise in adrenaline. She knew that the mountain cats were just as lethal here as they were anywhere else and leapt into a hastened stride as her eyes targeted the exit of the precipice. Her ears laid back as the nearly silent pads of the cat touched down upon snow and stone in pursuit of her. She did not come all this way just to be taken down by a damned feline.

Adept paws dug deeper into the frozen earth and rock as she sped into overdrive, surpassing the outlet and not stopping until she reached a small river far from the base of the dark mountain. Her breaths turned to panting as she settled into a cautioned walk toward the water, her head angling back to ensure that she was no longer being pursued. The bold cat was no longer in sight but that did not mean all was safe; she still did not know where it had disappeared to. While she was entirely confident that she was quicker than the feline, she was still wary that it may be crazy enough to follow her the distance.

For the moment, she felt secure enough to take a well deserved drink from the frigid river that flows before her, though she remains guarded. Night will soon be upon her and she will need more protection if she planned on getting any rest with that creature lurking about.