Shy Deer Steppes The heart is a wolf and it is made of glass

These steppes somehow managed to be even more barren than the meadow she had recently passed through, dry and dusty that they no longer held any plant life except for the dry husks of tumbleweeds. The sun burned hot here in the midday which gave Kinvara even more of an excuse to travel by night. During the day she would hunt down the lizards that scuttled by at fast paces, gobbling the creatures down whole and playing with the detached tails in morbid amusement.

Now that the night had come, so too did Kinvara. Her tiny form stalked silently, paws shifting the loose dirt in small divots that didn't resemble pawprints in the least. It amused the girl slightly, pushing the cool dirt around with her paws and causing the tiniest of smiles to flit across her features. It was often when she was alone that the girl showed emotion rather than in the presence of others, save for some rare like minded individuals. 

After meeting the cream colored woman, Menta, Kinvara continued on her path with little to no interaction from others. She preferred it that way in truth, though the red woman was bound to run across someone eventually.