The festival was coming to an end with the spars finished and hunts completed. With her belly satisfied and team cooperation skills hopefully improved, she saw no further use of herself being at the centre of the excitement. It was awfully loud too, which was why she had snuck out for a peaceful moment away from the festivities. Everyone else was at the festival held outside of the pack leaving empty territory for her to enjoy. Since she was so accustomed to her small tight-knit family, many different packs of strangers was almost too much for her comfort and liking. Although it was something she'd have to work on improving if her parents wished to have more large events in the future, alone time was sometimes useful as well, especially on a hectic day like this.
Earlier, she had hoped to more personally meet the newest addition to Threar. She was curious to know how he was settling in and if he had any goals for the future, as she herself was a rather scholarly youth. There was also the possibility of finding out more information about Glaciem, only if he was up for a conversation including that particular topic. However, she didn't interact much with wolves other than family. She was starting to develop a faint friendship between herself and Frost, but that was as far as she had delved with unrelated wolves. Majority of the pack was family and although kin was important, it was about time she socialised with other wolves. It wasn't that she was shy or timid, in fact, she was boldly the opposite. It felt different interacting with strangers, but perhaps she was mentally exaggerating it all too far.
The bay had been missed, and finally, she had decided to make the trek down to the shore. Now that the blustering gales had wrapped themselves over the coast, humid summer days were nothing more than a mere memory in her mind. Why she had chosen to visit such a location on a frigid day remained a mystery in her mind. The infinite ocean was a rather engaging sight, especially during the early and late hours of the day. If she lingered for long enough, perhaps she could seize a front row seat for the spectacular closing of the day. Crisp breezes almost refreshingly snapped and tugged at her alabaster fur as her paws trotted further down to the shore. Upon contact on the moist sand, a sudden ripple of cold shuddered through her ankles as she began her long and comfortable strides to wear off the annoying sensation and to allow her body to gradually warm up. She kept her distance from the jerking waters; that was out of the question. They were pleasant to watch, although the waves looked greatly disrupted as they nauseatingly churned upon their crashing arrival on the shore. She'd begin the early afternoon with a smooth walk alongside the thin water to as far as the sand stretched. It'd be a bonus if she ironically encountered the new Prologue while on her walk, but if not, there was always time for a border check back at the falls and a light search through the area. Perhaps he hadn't ventured as far as the bay, or remained back at the festival. Either way, there was more time for herself.
