Serra walked like she owned the place. The western lands might have mostly deserts and dry sand, but she was still the daughter of a duchess, and if that didn't mean that these lands were as much as hers as anyone else's, then nothing did. She was on top of the world, flying high at the realization that Quelt was once again a part of her life. The world seemed all that much brighter for that fact, and even the birds sounded happier as they sang their songs to the early morning sky. Everything was brighter with the knowledge that she had found her brother. After seasons of searching, her dearest companion had been returned to her. And it had been lonely, sure, but it had all paid off, and it had been worth the lonely nights by a long shot.
Her rumbling stomach had drawn her outwards, however, but there simply wasn't much to be found in terms of prey here. And when Serra found herself meeting a cold trail once again, the female snorted softly, rocking back to settle down easily on her haunches. Maybe she would hunt later. But for now, it would seem that it was not the time for hunting. It was early enough in the day that she could hunt yet, but with the sun beginning its crawl over the horizon and painting the sky a myriad of colors, perhaps she could stand to take a break. The colors seemed nicer now that she knew Quelt was watching the same sunrise.
A sigh escaped the female, and she wrapped her tail easily around her paws as she settled in to watch. There was no rush to get moving, and perhaps with the later hours of the day, she would get more luck with the whole hunting aspect of things.
"Speech"
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