For some reason, Svetlana finds herself drawn to the Ridge (Nevermind the fact that it's simply because Sii misses her Keebs -- there must be some other reason, right?). The scents here were many, but the inhabitants she came across were few. And none of them were pleasant enough to greet her, but she didn't mind all that much. Svetlana wasn't a people-person, and that probably wouldn't change anytime soon.

There's an easy way about her movements and the way she carries herself -- her nose is flicked upwards, her steps graceful. Many would describe her as bitchy, and perhaps she could be, but why pretend to be amiable if you didn't want to waste your time talking to anyone? Svetlana had grown to learn that no matter how close you were to someone, they would toss you under the bus when they were done with you, and so she had adopted the same customs. And if a conversation wasn't beneficial for her, then hasta la vista.

But enough about our charming lady's personality.

She migrates closer to the cusp of the ridge, her bright amber eyes looking over it and into the water below. The waves crash relentlessly against the shale siding, Svetlana's ears pressed forward to receive the soothing, constant noise.

Something in the sound triggers a feeling of nostalgia, but she's unable to place it.

With a quiet hum, the mustang mutt tosses her head and turns from the ridge, surprised to see someone standing behind her. "Oh." She grins, almost politely, and inclines her head in greeting. "Who're you?"