Raksha let out a single shivering breath. Pale silver blue eyes blink against the soft flakes of snow that cling to the long red lashes of her eyes. Wisps of hot breath evaporate before her nostrils, giving her the ethreal feeling of a mythical dragon in some distant land far from the reality of the islands of snow and ice.

Tinuvel winter had set in upon them, its cold clutches hard and biting and yet even in its unforgiving nature Raksha found the beauty. Each morning was met with a fresh new layer of snow to blanket the landscape anew. Each morning the sun rose over the hills, causing the sweeping hillocks to glisten and sparkle in the first rays of light. Each day, the world of snow seemed washed anew of any prints and marks from the day before. She may have been born into a land of humid jungles but Raksha was learning quickly the pleasures she found in the iceland of her father's home.

Her small dished head is given a toss as she rises to her feet now, shaking free the melted droplets of snow that dampened her brilliant copper colored coat. Absently she glances to the intention in the dry nettles where mother had slept close to her side the night before. She was gone now, no second thought or hushed warning for her daughter. Raksha would not have minded it anyway if she had. Nyimara was a careful creature when it came to her daughter. She wanted to keep her close and keep her secret but Raksha felt no wish to hide among the shadowed leaves as she once had on the main island. This was father's land after all. What had she to fear?

A hard snort blasts from her lungs as she charges from the warm den nestled beneath the large trees. Her small black heels kick towards the heavens as she twists and turns through the air, relishing in the cold spark of morning. Her skin tingled with excitement as red ears perk at the croaking bark of a gray squirrel, disturbed from foraging by her sudden outburst. Curiously she blinks up at the small creature, her muzzle lifting as she stretched her neck up to fix the creature in her gaze. She had seen many strange creatures in the jungles, seen too similar looking creatures on the main island but never this close. It was invigorating. "Bark bark bark to you too." she chides with good humor, her growing russet tail flicking excitedly back and forth against her damp flanks.