Keen though she was to reunite with her brother, she wasn't entirely sure where to start looking for him. He could be anywhere in the wilds of Moladion, after all. Or perhaps he had ended up returning to Spirane after all. Something told her he hadn't, though. He'd seemed determined to strike out on his own around the same time she had, two yearlings full of the need to see more, each in their own way.

In the end it was the weather that dictated where Remi began her wandering search for Winchester. Freezing rain in the woodlands where she'd met up with her friend Alyse had pushed her south - and further east from the mountains - into the openness of Ruieze Fields. Though she couldn't be sure where her brother might have made some kind of home for himself after leaving Spirane, she figured it was just as good an idea as any other to just start making a wide loop of Moladion that would end at the mountains. If all else failed she could then head up into the peaks, spend a few nights in her puppyhood den, and see if her parents knew anything of his whereabouts.

For now, however, she ambled across the open fields at a graceful jog. Over the past year she had really started to come into her own, growing into her willowy long limbs and beginning to lose her rounded puppy face in favor more narrow, delicate feminine features. Approaching three years of age, she was nearing adulthood, and her trim figure hinted more so at that then at puppyhood. Though she had not really recognized it yet in herself, she was truly a young beauty.

As she made her way across the fields, headed in the general direction of the frozen lake, a light snow began to fall. Lifting her nose, Remi looked up at the flakes as they descended from above. She smiled to herself and lowered her gaze to watch where she was going. Remi wasn't bothered one bit by the light dusting of white that began to accumulate on her back, giving her almost a salt and pepper look across the black cape she'd been born with.