a chance encounter

she was going to explore every piece of Auster.

that was the plan, anyway. her steps carried her well away from the land bridge and Risen, her paws light and with little purpose otherwise. she didn't know much of this land aside from a few people and a few customs. she desired to learn more. she wanted to rule something; some inch of Boreas that she could make her own. yet she was too weak to claim a pack or challenge for one. besides, ruling alone was dreadfully dull. she needed someone to keep pace with her.

though this was all a pipe dream for now. thoughts strayed to the people at Risen, to Balerion with his tempting kingdom and Deathbelle's ideas. she was smart enough to stick with Risen until other things transpired. the empire had already been built. it was her best offer and also her best chance at survival. Desdemona could feel her heat starting to take effect too and masked it with strong smelling plants. she didn't need weaklings to come sniffing around. she would only bear strong children with the strongest man she could find.

stifling an unladylike yawn, she'd rest under the roots of one of the large oaks. her head was on her front paws as her dawn-hued eyes glanced around the area. autumn was soon here as well, earning her another year. she was tempted to make a joke about her 'old age' but resisted. even that left a bad taste. she wasn't that old. she was seasoned. feeling her eyes grow heavy, she fought to keep them open. but the day was long and she was weary.