What she had expected to be a quiet trip to the shrine had turned out to be a little more eventful than she could have predicted, she had heard of cats, smelt them and seen them from a distance but with the exception of smaller ones that had taken the companionship of wolves, Novella had never seen one before. It was something that surely would have astounded her more as a child, now though it had been the strange language he'd initially spoke that had caught her off guard. She herself had only ever learnt one language, her father she suspected had probably known a few though never had they been taught. Gitan had of course been French, Symphony had probably learnt a bit of it and the children too though Novella hadn't thought to try understand a few words. Was it useful? Perhaps but she wouldn't let it phase her now.
She had a pack to worry about now, growing lazy in the aftermath of the festival and the cold weather of the Winter season. Her journey back would be a slow one, trudging idly across the tall grass plains, not that the lands gave much sign of their name at the moment, lands squashed by the snow. There seemed to be little to investigate on the expanse of relatively open land, but try she would to find something a little interesting. A distraction from her thoughts and to further extend her journey.
