Totoka River dancing with the waves

Mirabelle rose early in the morning, roused by the hunger that gripped her stomach, yet she took no time to stop as she moved urgently into the Teekons — a captive on the run.  The war-born lady had been on the move constantly since the implied demise of her fiann, Éireann, and though the empress was tired and dirty she carried on.

She had come across no strangers in this land and she considered it luck; she knew that the fiann that had chased Éireann out of their shared hunting grounds would be looking for her; she was taken as captive and wasn't sure if she was supposed to make it out alive or not.

Either way she was here now, and that was what needed focusing.  There was no time or place for panic, it would only get her caught again.. or worse.  The pale ice queen shoved the thought aside, continuing along the river.  She did not know where she was supposed to go or what she was supposed to do from here; so far away from home!  Her stomach gave another growl and she followed the river until it dumped out on a shore, although unfortunately someone was already there.

The first face she had seen since her capture, but it looks like it was not a wolf of the rivaling fiann.  She keeps her distance, keeping her head low.  Maybe he will ignore her.

She dips her face in the stream, trying to fish but as it turns out, she's lousy at it.