It had been a few days since she had her exciting adventure with the russet boy and the stampede. He had been an interesting one to meet, but one she wouldn't mind meeting again. The heiress had ventured out, leaving behind her parents in favor of exploring the border between Arcanum and Olympus. Dark paws would traipse the border silently, her gaze shifting back and forth. She had no idea if she would bump into the russet boy again or not, their first meeting had been a chance. Nostrils would quiver, inhaling the scent of Olympus. Her tail would sway at her hocks, the summer sun beating down on her back relentlessly as she walked.
Audits would swivel as she listened for the sounds of an approach, whether it be thundering paws or thundering hooves. A smirk twitched her lips, limbs carrying her along lazily. Hips would sway with each step, muscles rippling beneath her coat. Slowly she was regaining her strength and stamina. Jaws parted in a pant, the summer air suffocatingly hot. It crossed her mind briefly to abandon the border in search of a body of water to play in.