Dark hooves claw harshly at the tangled and lush vegetation, despite winter settling over the land much of Atlantis had kept its warmth, and yet in the dim rays of morning light hidden in the dense fog, cool air nipped at her spine. So much has been productive over the last season and yet so much was lacking. North was her destination, well the ridge rather. She wanted to take the heart of the isle to be her own. If she could sway them to be her ally it would at least ease some of the targets off her back and by extension her home. Bardoul seemed content within the jungles and rocky outcrops overlooking the Shore, and while he seemed less inclined to work the Shore she was certain she could count on him at least a little part of her hoped it was true. Annubis... the loosed-lipped heathen had a great deal in common with her. They had a tendency to disrupt things in their wake and they would undoubtedly stir up trouble together. Perhaps though she could quell his temptation by setting his teeth on the other isles.

The sweet scent of water and the fresh bubbling saw an ear swivel to the right. It was admittedly much further a trek than she had prepared for. Following her senses, she wandered upon the babbling stream. It was clear that it went on for a great distance north. She was almost certain that this was the water source that fed into the Harbor, but that all meant she was somewhere between the Harbor and the ridge. After casting a cautious gaze she lowered her head to drink. Cool drops rolled off her whiskered chin as the rays of the dawn finally began to peek through the thick canopy and illuminated the path forward. She didn't wish to summon the Harbor king but she tried to be respectful enough not to venture too far into the ridge. A shrill cry escaped her maw, nothing so malicious as a challenge, but a loud enough indication that she had wished to speak to the one who ruled over the ridge.