Ocean's Breath Plateau Active Intermission

As she moseyed atop the plateau she pushed her bothered emotions aside. There was no point dwelling on prey that could not be caught. Just as Dawson needed his alone time she speculated a short time of her own in solitude could do her good. Time to foresee what pleasantries she might find rather than the seemingly abundant blunders.

But concerned thoughts mingled in her mind keeping her from such bliss. Always present was the wellbeing of her blood and kingdom, both unknown and unable to be influenced by her will. Her current bearing gave her much more to regard. The cost of Dawson's services was still unclear. Nearly healed what did he expect from her thereafter. What could she provide that he was unable to achieve himself, and how much time would be allowed for her to attain it? She still held out hope a comrade would retrieve her from these lands. It seemed uncaring to leave Dawson unrewarded for his courtesies. 

Just then a light gust of wind captured her attention and prompted her to turn to gaze to its source. An edge of the plateau. Strolling over to it, her eyes gleamed at the sight. The world below seemed so vibrant and lively. Biomes of various degrees supporting contrasting likes of nature. The breeze continuing to caress her cheeks and figure as she stood peering out. Lifting her sweet scent into the air. Closing her eyes and taking a soothing breath she was temporarily alienated. Free of woe and lighter than air. Her fur whisking in the wind. A true smile appeared on her face, one she had not made since prior to the aging ceremony.