Cold-Blooded

Sounds of birds reverberated within the woman's ears as she thought she'd come to a place a little more rambunctious to relax. Though she was fine with receiving lessons on etiquette and and womanly desires from the venomous mistress she cared for, perhaps she could try a lesson on her own and see how she did. After all, one couldn't simply figure everything out with a snap of their fingers, she'd have to go out and try her chances with any male, or even female, she came across.

She moved on gentle paws to observe the terrain and see what it had to offer her. No prey happened to reside anywhere that her eye could see, but, there was a lake nearby, least she could quench her thirst and think about her next moves about the land as she walked towards the body of water. The grass was soft upon her pads as her bodice sat upon it once she reached her destination, looking over her complexion in the clear liquid. A slight growl rumbled within her throat. Oh, how she envied her teachers appearance, but, she would try her luck with attitude and how she presented herself as she drank her fill and lied down, one paw over the other as her tail curled around herself like it usually did, giving off an elegant grace and charm despite the permanent scar that ran across the left side of her face. Hopefully, things would be looking up for her in time.