The Queen of the Badlands stands idly on the sandy shores, her single seeing eye focuses on a distant green smeer on the horizon. Today, she will venture out to see what Island is just beyond the sea. Feathered legs push through the frothing waves, as the water envelopes her in an embrace. The sea's waters are warm and welcoming, unlike the frigid waters of the north. She pushes herself through the waters, her seeing eye focuses on the distant Island. With each powerful stroke it brings her closer, and she can feel the excitement growing with each passing second.

The surf breaks upon the shore, crashing on top of each other and frothing white. She single eye takes in the land that spreads out before her, the trees stands stark and tall against the sky, the grasses are lush and emerald green. The scents that waft into her unfamiliar but not overpoweringly masculine. She steps from the surf, the water runs in rivulets off of her colored sides. She halts just on the edge of the sea's surf.

The Queen opens her dark lips at lets a call ring from between her parted lips. It echoes and reverberates off of the trees, deep into the Forest. Her ears rotate atop her crown, straining to hear if there is a returning call or the approach of another. The Queen knows now, it is just a waiting game. Patiently she stands there, her tail slaps against her sides with a resounding smack. These Islands are turning out to be more entertaining than she ever would of thought.