Losing My Marbles

Her wayward, lone journey headed took her North. Close to her former pack, but not close enough. She didn't want any memories of anything there, and other than her son, she would do her best to keep it all away from her. Well, that and exploring more of the Northlands. She hadn't done much of that since she left, but now was a good a time as any, right? Her thick and plush winter pelt kept her warm for the most part, especially in the cold morning. She was used to the weather here. Was used to all kinds of weather. And while she was suited to this, she preferred the warmer weather of the South.

As the sun rose over the horizon, the fiery fae stepped over the bank of the Marble Wash and into the dry riverbed below. Veins of various shades of gold swept beneath her feet, from rose gold to brilliant gold, to tones of muted marble. She wondered if she might be able to excavate some of it and make something nice for herself, but perhaps that was a goal for the future. Before she died, at least.

Ears perked up when she caught scent and sound of another, and low and behold she wasn't alone. That was a shame. But on one hand, she didn't mind the company if they so chose to explore this place together. She continued her pace as she nonchalantly followed the stranger, curious amber gaze studying the creature. She wasn't sure if she was a wolf or not...but whatever the case, she was still interesting to look at. "Come to explore the Wash as well?"