The terrain had to be difficult to traverse, the weather so much more brutal than in her home to the west. Menkhet had begun to mentally debate the conversation she held with her bother so long ago. If the sea truly did conceal the winter, what forced the world to become so bitter here? Even still Menkhet would not complain nor dwell on it for too long. The new scents were alluring and with so much to explore did she dare complain about minor navigational issues? Striking forward boldly, the multi-hued girl continued to explore her new surroundings. Would she stumble across a beast long in claw and tooth, something vicious or peaceful? As the whispers beckoned to her, large paws and graceful limbs began to take a path all there own.
Perhaps it was the lost in thought, contemplation of exploration or considering the journey she almost missed Mochimal altogether. The words he uttered caused her to spring to life almost reflexive in nature. Within mere seconds Menkhet had sprung forward, a joyous snarl escaping those ivory bars with ease. She anticipated pouncing on Mochi, however even if she were to fall short she was happy to receive him before speaking;
Menkhet perhaps had a far too excessive amount of energy despite her long journey; however one who observed her long enough could attest to it being a personality quirk. With another shriek of joy, Menkhet nipped at the fur on his cheek before dancing back with the rhythm and poise of an elegant beast; perhaps most comparable to a feline.