She would leave the lands of Covari, the young girl's energy spent in adventuring once again. It had been some time since she had gone out to see what else was out there, and today she would do just that. Her dainty paws would lead her to the Eastern lands, and to her surprise they were vastly different from the South. Her pink nose sniffed at everything she passed-from bushes and plants to the scent trails of countless others who had passed through at one point or another. Her tail wagged, the princess happy to be out and about as she explored untamed lands. It seemed no other pack lands were nearby, and even if there was, she was sure her Aunt Vi would do something about it. She had not many friends, her only one residing in the marine depths of the ocean, and it was not often that she got to see her companion. But when she did, she always had the time of her life playing in the waves and frolicking with the dolphin and making games out of the seaweed that washed ashore. Today, however, she was further inland. Moving away from the waters, waiting to discover something new. She would stop beneath a tropical looking tree; a palm that was roughly ten feet tall with large shady fronds that hung down. Giggling, she would decide to sit beneath it, her form nearly hidden. And yet, the sun's rays would manage to slip through and glint upon the golden tresses that adorned her silken fur.

With very little buds left in his bundle - sharing with others did tend to drain one, but Drago would never be stingy with his happiness - the pale man found himself trying to make the last of his weed actually last him. At least until he found a plant that was ready to be harvested. His large frame was carried by sturdy limbs, his pale russet and nearly black tail swished lazily behind him as he trekked over the lands. Drago was quite used to traveling lands of all sorts, and generally only tended to pay special attention to anything that held that familiar earthy, very slightly skunky scent. That same smell clung desperately to his fur, though the brute himself hardly noticed this. He didn't particularly care if his form was hidden or not. In his own head, the shockingly sober wolf would have missed the dark figure 'hiding' beneath a palm tree had it not been for the golden hues that bounced back to his vision, making him halt. His eyes looked at the golden dapples, then took in the rest of the figure. He grinned wide, friendly. "Ciao, young mistress." He bowed his head respectfully to the girl. Act. "Speak. Italian." Think.