Every step she took left a mark within the light dusting of snow that covered the plains, even with the sun beaming down on her back. She'd invited her little mouse on a trip, as it was high time she learned more about hunting and the lands surrounding their forest, but she left Loinnir back home. He was tasked with filling empty caches with mice and, of course, was allowed to eat his fair share of it for dinner. Without her little owl friend, the fae felt light - almost as if she could step on the individual snowflakes and leave no trace of her passing this place.

The lands were barren, a murky light-greenish color and trees sprinkled here and there. She spotted the burrows of rabbits and the tracks of some kind of bird - it was proof enough that, despite its appearance, the plains were generously lived in.

Do you suppose we could find something akin to a meal around here, Dante? She asked, just to be sure. She looked over her shoulder, not minding if he wanted to go further into the unknown - they were almost close enough to visit her friend at Whitebark Stream - she'd travel to the ends of the realm if that's what it took to take home a fair bounty of flesh for the hungry faeries.

The plains reminded her of her brother - this had been one of the last places they'd been together, or at least, somewhere around here. He'd left without saying goodbye, the last fragment of her family Lumiya wanted to keep a hold of, gone with the wind. She secretly wished the best for him, wherever he might be - that he may find someone like Dante to keep him company, to confide in. His sister wouldn't be around now to take care of his emotional needs, or tease him about his uneventful love life. She kind of missed him, but not enough to make her wilt.

She watched the mousy boy as he sought, joining him in the opposite direction. There were many scents, but none strong enough to stand out. Without a very fresh trail, the small fae was useless with tracking - she was useless for most physical activities. She had speed and agility, sure, but when it mattered most the girl became rather clumsy and thoughtless. She'd proven so much trying to save the little boy from the cave-dwelling witch. Her ear twitched 'pon hearing her other half - at least she didn't have to pretend to know what she was doing anymore. She padded over to him, sniffing where he stood. Sure, there was a scent trail there, but details were vague to her.

I do scent a trail... I'm not sure what it is either, but we might as well see where it leads. She concluded gently. The only scent she knew very well was that of rabbit, as she didn't hunt much else in their forest. She hoped to get some tracking and hunting lessons from Aoibh or Memory as soon as their court was established, for a leader who could not provide was no leader at all.

As soon as her family learned of her habits as a child - picking flowers, aiding strangers, being kind in ways they couldn't understand - the girl had been written off as defective. There was no time wasted on her training or skills, be it sparring or hunting. All she knew, she'd learned on her own and with the help of Revan who was not a great teacher because he'd also just been a child. She survived on her own by being low-maintenance, her small body needn't many nutrients, and eating scraps others had left behind. Rabbits were kind of dumb, and she'd had success hunting them, but for larger prey she'd always needed a group to aid her or an already wounded prey animal.

She stuck her nose to the ground and trailed after him, noticing too that the trail that had seemed rather strong was fading the further they went on. Time built up and annoyances accumulated for Dante - she could sense and clearly see this was frustrating him. She gave up on the trail and stood beside him, giving a soft nuzzle through the fur on his neck to calm him. Hey - it's alright. We've got all afternoon. She tried to reassure, looking then back the way they came. Perhaps we went the opposite way the bird did? If it's stronger over there, and weaker over here - perhaps we should try going the other way? It was a theory crafted out of logic, not much else - she didn't know whether it worked like this or not - but the girl was awfully smart when it came to problem-solving and logical thinking.

He was willing to listen to her - which, let's be honest, was enough to win her heart already. She was someone who's voice had never been heard until she rejoined this realm and crowned herself, seeking support from subjects she knew shared her beliefs. She loved Dante for more things than she could express, but him listening to her and taking into consideration her thoughts and ideas... He probably had no idea how much it meant to her.

She trailed after him, nose pressed to the ground till he turned to look at her with that darn handsome smile of his. She blushed and offered him a bashful one in return. They padded onward then as the scent intensified... Whoever was hiding around here, they smelled delicious. As silently as she could, she joined Dante shoulder-to-shoulder to examine the treasure they yet had to catch. She spied them, though it was probably just two of the birds being stripped of their life - one would survive, unless they somehow had time to chase all three. She turned to the mouse, and nodded, confirming whatever doubts he might have of her seeing what they were after. She was ready to follow his lead.

It was her first time trying to catch a bird, though she was willing to go all out to impress Dante and take home a nice meal for her faeries. In a cat-like manner, she scooted her body up as she prepared her pounce, moving only milliseconds after her hunting partner and landing almost on top of the poor creature. The sounds of Dante's struggles were drowned out by her own as she smacked the bird on its head with a paw as it attempted to escape, dizzying it enough for her to grab him by its little chicken neck and biting till it broke. This was harder than she had anticipated and it took her a few seconds of the bird scratching at her chest and trying to peck at her eyes - but after, the sounds ceased and she was left with a dead bird in her maw.

She panted visibly, turning to Dante with a bewildered yet proud expression, plopping the body on the ground. We did it - we actually did it!

In an act of pride, she stuck her bird-stuffed maw into the air and closed her eyes in a cocky manner. The act did not last long, quickly breaking the character she had created for just a moment, to flutter happily in a circle before Dante came padding towards her. She giggled around the feathers in her mouth at his words, at his bump, at his everything.

Wannagohome? She asked, not as used to speaking with her mouth full the way Dante was, as she saw him motioning towards where their forest was. Sure, two quails did not make a meal for a whole pack, but perhaps they could gather just whoever was around instead of releasing a summon for the whole pack.