Blacktail Deer Plateau gore & gold

The water chilled her throat and numbed her teeth. Cold. It had always been cold. She could not bring herself to imagine it any other way and - if she did, would it be just as satisfying? Her tongue curled to intake more water, the liquid running down her throat eagerly before sitting in the hollow of her stomach. Her paws dug into the snow-laid ground around them, the gentle flurries continuing their descent from up above. Perhaps it was snowing or maybe it was just the wind in the trees that was dislodging what snow had been adorned in their branches.

Rhaenys moved slowly, lifting her head up from its lowered position; droplets of water fell from her lips and the fur of her chin. Orange eyes flickered to the right and then the left before finally narrowing in on a position that, as the wind turned to her in favor, announced the arrival of an individual who had yet to appear before her. She would not be snuck up behind again. The girl was eager to forget that she had been successfully snuck up on just as much as she wanted to move out of the forest.

'What are you looking for, girl?'

She couldn't come up with an answer. Something more than this - but what was 'this'? Would she continue to spend eternity wandering until she found out what 'this' was? Her ears pivoted forward, her glare intensifying subtly as she shifted her weight to her other leg. 

Rhaenys would wait.