Je suis une enfant du monde

Auriga felt the chill of polar-cold air against her snout. Her shoulders rolled as she took to her usual traveling pace-- a plodding sort of jog, one meant for endurance rather than quick travel. Auriga, as a hunter, knew a great deal about matters of endurance.

Of course, as a Saxe, she knew these things for multiple reasons.

A little smirk on her face, Auriga loped across a chill-ground field, darting into the cover of thick trees. Here, this far north, she was certain to find something interesting. She slowed to a confident stride and scented at the air, tongue hanging between jaws that were quirked in the usual Saxe smirk.

She was smaller than her brother, true, but the two had some resemblance.

A satchel hanging around her shoulders -- that she had stolen from a now-dead traveler -- Auriga began to search for herbs. Anything she could find would do, but Dandelion was the main order of the day.