she had followed taki out, considerably farther behind but interested nonetheless. stigmata had assigned her to some place called shadow moutain, with a name like that she was expecting something large, dark, intimidating; what she got, however, seemed to be the exact opposite. with her packmate far ahead, finch took the time to explore the broader sections of the area. it was barren here, some rocks more shaky than others, making her more wary and careful in her steps.

wandering around the borders, examining the size, it would make a nice home, she thinks. it doesn't seem all too difficult to mark and although her current home near the lake was lovely, diaspora was about the changing of the seasons, the changing of the scenery. one day, eventually, they'll have been everywhere. she's sure of it. the fae trots up the mountain, sniffing the air for taki's scent. her tread continues, paws slushing in the snow... plant life was scarce however there seemed to be much of it-- surely, this place would flourish beautifully in the spring. she comes across a small stream, frozed over from winter's harshness, and follows it down. the more downstream she goes, the more the ice gently breaks and cracks up. it was like magic, it was beautiful to her.
yeah, she was prety sure she liked it here.