There is little here that Nova finds interesting. Very little that she wants to learn more of. Warsaw made it clear where she stood in his pecking order and well Nova was not excited about it. Part of her wanted to fling herself into the oceans, swim for as long and as far as she possibly could... pray that she could outrun him... but Nova was not that foolish. Warsaw would not leave her until she had fulfilled her promise and the thought made her grimace. Even now she could feel the changing in seasons and the urge mother nature placed upon them to procreate. Despite her hatred of him, that carnal part of her wanted to feel the strength of his body on top of hers, to feel his strong legs and blunt teeth holding her into place as he took his release. Part of her hungered for that feeling, and she shivered now at the thought. Let it be anyone but him.

Anger flashed through her silver blue eyes now as she thought back to the herd gathered he had called and how gentle he had been with the others. She gives her proud head a shake and turns on her heels, walking briskly towards the edge of the pebbled shore, watching as the waves crashed over the smooth stones. Winter's grip had not yet managed to lay claim to the islands but already the winds blew with a bitter bite that promised it would not be long before the oceans around the island of tinuvel would be full of chunks of frozen ice and snows would fall in heavy storms. She knew that she should be seeking out the herd for warmth, but she was too stubborn to do that. Her instant dislike for his named queen had drawn out that spitefire streak in her that would rather die than follow like a meek little lamb. She was not that innocent. Paper nostrils flare as she exhaled a loud snort, resolving herself to the conclusion before dropping her head to graze upon the short tufts of yellowing grasses, content finally in being alone.