As the season grew colder and the air less forgiving, Saga found herself straying from her family ever so slightly. Once she had begun to leave her mother's side, she realized that she often preferred the silence that solitude ensured her. Today she had once again slipped from the familiar comfort of her family and found herself pacing through the mangrove. She was small still, and her footsteps were nearly soundless as he crept between foliage and beneath fallen trees. Like a feline she moved, silent and brooding, pale green gaze examining her surroundings with little interest, but still she saw everything.
An unfamiliar scent found its way to her nostrils, and a sudden annoyance flooded her body. Rippling from her core, she felt warmth spread through her limbs and her increased her pace dramatically. This was her family's home, and the possibility of another intruding was not something that settled well with her. Quickly she moved, approaching her target with a strange determination and a cold, stern gaze. "You don't belong here," she asserted herself stoically as she drew closer to the stranger, her eyes gleaming with a strange intensity. "Go away."
