Stranger In A Strange Land.

Icy blue eyes scanned the horizon, or what little of the setting sun could be seen above the wall. The sliver of fiery orange and yellow lit up the snowy landscape, bathing the white snow in gold, scattering light across the ground. Snowflakes fell lightly, quick to melt in the last light of day. A pair of large, blonde ears were pricked and alert, listening for any signs of life, or of danger. Leandra was a stranger in a strange land, so she didn't want to take any chances. She was hardly built for battle, should the need arise. Lightweight and small sized, with very little muscle. But what she lacked in strength, she made up for in speed, thus would have no trouble escaping if she had to.
The female slowly trudged through the snow, which reached just past her ankles, as she made her way to the wall, keenly interested in the large structure that stretched as far as the eye could see.


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