Farther and farther she travelled from her new home in Taviora, wanting to get her exploring out of the way before she decided to settle into pack life again. She needed to know about this unknown realm that they, as in everyone, called Moladion. The earthen colored two-year-old had been sniffing around the grotto when she met a rather darkly charismatic, yet slightly frightening, boy around her own age. There was something peculiar about him that had her thinking of him even now as she jogged lightly through the dead fields just beyond the red ravine.

How upset would Coquette be if she wished to bring this bad boy home? She mused on the idea for a while as she danced through the grasses, eventually closing her eyes and letting her body go through the motions as she twirled around beneath the unyielding midmorning sun. Even in winter the sunlight warmed her earthy coat. Lately, she had a lot to be thankful for; Coquette for taking her in, Taviora for hosting her, Malachi for being so accepting of a strange, older sibling. And for life itself. She had been lucky enough to escape the horrid abuse of her old life and to make it all the way here was a miracle in itself.

Her blind, intuitive dancing brought her dangerously close to the Diveen border but she collapsed within the tall grass from a spinning head. A light giggle passed through open jaws as she rolled on her back and kicked her paws into the sky, her black eyes squinting as she peered up into the blue. Oh, how wonderful it feels to finally be free.