Her beautiful white paws with soft and sweet pads moved gracefully over this new landscape. The fae missed her home, missed people worshiping over her, but it wasn’t going to stop her from completing her mission, to become acquainted with this lands creatures and learn new things. She was a well trained warrioress in her family's pack. The ones that actually worshipped her were afraid of being in a sparring circle with her. The thought just made her laugh, anyone stupid enough to fight her usually ended up with the healers. She didn’t mind flaunting her greatness, nor did she mind showing off how beautiful she knew she was. She spent hours of her day grooming herself. She even had a beautiful shell that her mother helped her craft into a comb like contraption. She usually had it tucked into her long fur and kept it by her right ear. It reminded her of her mother and why she was sent to this strange place where no one bowed when she walked. Gosh she’d kill for that again.

When her pads squished into soft sands she looked around to figure out where her body had taken her. It looked to be another ocean. Her body ached with the need for a salt bath and quickly she took off her pack, laying it down and removing the comb from behind her ear. She nosed around until she found a something in her pack that was the equivalent to soup and took off towards the water, once thoroughly soaked she padded out of the water and started to rub herself down with the substance. As she cleaned herself she felt eyes on her. Her head turning to see a large brute. Her eyes widened in wonder as she looked at him. Never before had she seen a male as big as him. Males from her lands her pack were large and muscular, but not beast like. Just his stature alone was causing a deep interest inside of her. She stood up from where she was applying her substance to herself and waded back into the water, rinsing the substance off and moved back out of the water. ”Care to stop looking? Or should I waltz closer so you can continue to get an eyeful. The names AtakasK.” Her voice came out as a silky sweet vanilla syrup that coated anything it touched. Her eyes locking onto his as she picked up her pack and placed her comb back next to her ear. She took a few steps closer to the male who looked like he also just took a dip in the water. She wondered if the wolves of this land enjoyed bathing like she did. It wasn’t so barbarian to want to be clean. She hoped he wouldn’t attack her so she wouldn’t have to fight after just getting clean herself. What she rubbed on herself to clean her beautiful coat was a mixture of sunflowers and Lilac, to her she smelled delicious. She wondered if this brute would think it was a wonderful smell or to much on the scent receptors. Sometimes her batches were too strong for most wolves to handle.