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This land certainly held a beauty to it that many others had lacked. There was a wildness here with the land changing so dramatically from end to end - mountains to the east and plains to the west, moors to the south and the lovely seaside. Veilia cannot hide her elation at it all, arising each morning with her vibrant blue eyes scoping out some new hidden hollow to peek at. While it was true that her mission was to find her sister and brother Veilia's pace had slowed once she arrived in this land, taking in the culture of those around her as well as the landscape, moving with fluidity across the ground until she begins to climb sheets of rock. It is warm beneath her paw pads from the constant berating love of the sun which shines bright against the pure white of her fur. Pale tawny tipped hairs glimmering in the sunshine, located on her underbelly and throughout her tail but nowhere else, and a small black spot that just barely creeps up the curve of her left jaw and underneath it stands out against the fur, a reminder of her mother's markings. She is, in truth, a mix between her lovely sister and wild brother; her body might be considered slender although there is some meat on her hips and her chest is a bit broader than that of her sisters.

A gentle breezes rises, cutting between the rocks and combing through her longer fur and her nose twitches, eyes sharpening at the scent of prey and belly gurgling in assent. Her movements quicken, each step more deliberate than before and careful to keep her claws from scratching overmuch on the rocky surface as she draws to a more grassy area which dips down below her. The wind shifts, pressing into her side, which could both help and hinder her as she spies the marsh deer who had wandered a bit too far from the marsh. It eats in the slow coordination of one who cares nothing for the world, who assumes it was above the pecking order, and although it is not quite so large it is neither a small thing. It would take superb skill to take it down by herself; as quick as Veilia could be she knows a lost cause when she sees one, her stalking coming to a halt with a half grunt of disapproval at passing up what looked to be a scrumptious meal.

Instead she changes direction, circling around the deer at a distance until she comes a small meadow interspersed downwind and she sits, tail curling around her paws and vibrant eyes staring hard in longing at it.