It had just come to her so naturally, as if she were breathing air for the first time again. The threat of starvation is an important enough reason for her to do it; but is that justifiable? She had done it without prior thought and felt no conviction when tearing into the fatty, warm flesh of the juvenile. She had barely been an adult herself when it came down to it. A young girl lost in the tundra of northern Moladion for so long that she wasn’t even sure if she was even in Moladion any longer. The truth is that she had been wandering outside of the region without ever knowing it. Everything looked the same that far north - a colorless, monochromatic wasteland ready to eat her alive without blinking. But she had endured the roughest time of her life by way of an inborn drive, of which she had never gotten to learn about. Her father had died years ago when she was barely a babe. Ironically enough, that was the reason behind what had caused Imbra’s disappearance.

She moves fluidly now through the mountain in search of another meal to keep her alive for another day. Her pale nose is to the ground every now and then as she slows to sniff out nearby tracks from unfortunate travellers. Her fox-like head lifts again and she is off at a lope and heading eastbound. She has only ever explored through the cavernous areas of the forest and had not realized that she now tread into the furthest mountain range that spanned most of the region.

The frosty morning turned to midday and then into the late evening as her path made a crescent shaped curve through the north and toward the unexplored altitudes. To her dismay, the scent faded as quickly as the brisk air gusted toward her, causing her deep pink eyes to narrow.

With a potential meal lost to the wind and no direction of where to go from here, she curiously climbs to a coal black boulder that is jutting out before her. Ashen paws step lightly upon the loose, black pebbles that dot the boulder as she slowly moves closer to the edge. Large, black wings of vultures spread wide in the distant skies and crows caw noisily to her right as they pick at bare bones. Being the opportunistic creature that she is, Imbra chooses to approach the birds in a stalking position but quickly learns that they are far more flighty than most other birds she has seen before. She leaps into a run toward a flock of them as they all scatter into the sky and she is left hungry without a meal once more.