Cause I wanna know who I’m looking at

Out of all their territories, the Rock Garden was probably her least favourite. The height of some of the stones were handy vantage points, but other than that, what else was there to do? Perched atop one such rock, she found herself looking to the south, south the vague rectangular shapes of the Steppe, almost enticing her to explore. Gracefully leaping to ground level, she found her mismatched gaze flitting across the stones, some big and small, some smoothed out by the elements and others pointy, jagged. Probably sharp to the touch. As she paced along, the grass was soft, almost feathery as it brushed up against her legs, the length of her tail skimming smoothly along, like a dress train. It was a warm day, but not overly so thanks to the territories' proximity to the cold north. A good thing as far as Damira was concerned, as she didn't think she would like tropical heat too much.