The female would breathe in the salty, heated air of the Fjord, moving through the thick woodland that coated the walls. The female had settled in to Dione's pack, at least that was how she felt. She missed her babus, oh how she missed them, yet she rose from her slump and decided to explore this new land more. It wasn't like Lyenne -- these wolves were strange. So very strange. Their mannerisms, their belief in their gods were different. But they were not bad. Fenris was fun... and Dione and her mate looked amazing. They had such unique colors in their fur, like the earth and sky had been caught in both. Certainly seemed more organized and beautiful than the rainbow that raged across her back.
Suddenly startled by a howl she would stumble forward, and of course the female didn't even notice the lovely steep wall of the Fjord had been looming dangerously close, and Rainbow began to literally roll down it. Sand would be caught in her fur, legs flailing in the air as she let out a yelp of shock. When she finally hit the ground at the bottom it felt like her head was still spinning. Her red and pink eyes would close, laying where she fell. Who gave the world permission to drop off suddenly like that? Not cool man, not cool. A groan left her lips... ugh... this was a pain in the ass. Who was it that let out that howl anyway? The woman slowly let her eyes flicker open, looking up at the blue sky. Gah... this was just what she needed...