She did her best to avoid any temptations over winter, and now it was spring and she really did not need to avoid. However, she had gone out of Iromar to explore and get some fresh air. The crags were not too far off. The rain made it more of an interesting scenery. The world has a certain nice shine, and the world speaks to her in another way as rain drops upon her fur.
She had found a place to hang out under a small lip of rocks. The dirt and stone ground curved downward, and a gentle ‘waterfall’ dripped in front of her. It was not much, strings of water at best, but it was a peaceful place to be. She was one with the sound of rain as she settled in and looked out into the crags with peace. So far, no one had appeared, and she appreciated the solitude it provided.
After a few moments though, she learned that she was not alone. Part of her wished it to be Cuirass coming to get her, remembering the time they had at the crags before. Her black ears lift and her eyes are alert, but she does not see his red and white form. Instead, she sees that of a golden form. The rain meant that the scent was not going to come to her. She knew not who he was, or where from he hailed.
Her striking blue eyes kept on him for a moment and narrowed slightly. Her lips pull back in a smirk. Perhaps she should get to know some others outside of Iromar a bit more. ”Over here, big boy,” she said teasingly. ”What brings you over in these parts, so close to Iromar?” she asks, her black paws crossed in front of her as she lay on her belly. She was a striking red and black, and held a certain air to her that was quite the lure to some. Her eyes were certainly what struck out the most, and she lifts her dark brow, wondering if he would bite and come closer.