Ankyra Sound it's such a bad town for such a pretty face

Even as the days got colder, Florence doesn’t much bat an eye. They remind her of her days in Azgeda where the ice had been their home since as far as she can remember. The chill still gets to her but she keeps her feet moving and out of the water as much as possible. Following along behind Akantha for whatever reason had kept her busy the last little while but she doesn’t know how far the woman is going. There is little Florence knows but her wonder has not stopped or forced her hand to leave just yet.

Deterred by the scent to the north, she freezes once she’s close enough and the snap rings through the area. She sees the deer first, shuffling out of their line of sight and her pale eyes turn toward the darker wolf just ahead, picking up a foot to continue forward when she realizes she still hasn’t been noticed. She knows her way around any other icy tundra and the coast is proving to be no different but eventually she chuffs to make her presence known. The woman, as little as Florence knows, seems important enough to Meteora that their time to spend together feels much needed.