Overture Downs if i go there's just no telling how far i'll go

Though the spitfire had not given up on her endless trek it seemed so far - and still she yearned to know what exactly it was that called to her. She swallowed thickly, head lifting with the pride she'd carried since her infancy. It was hardwired in her, placed deep in the spots where her fire and brimstone touched. She wasn't satisfied with the way things were, however, and even as the snow swirled overhead and some lazy flakes made their way from the heavens she carried on. 

The fields seemed vast and empty, different from the places she'd seen before and from the rocky craigs that she'd climbed down. This might have been pleasant if winter didn't make it almost unnerving, so open and empty from any sorts of comforts. Eshne shook her coat out, fluffing up a bit to keep her body temperature up as she explored. Hopefully find something worthwhile.