Swiftcurrent Creek let heaven and nature sing

she seems taken aback for a moment, for reasons moony can not immediately pin down. her auds flick back easily at her comment, as if to imply she shouldn't worry. she follows the woman's glance, wondering what lays beyond the glade in the direction she motions. "what's it called?" she asks, easily curious. 

"no. my family's settled in the mountains, but I don't like them much. their cold, snowy, hard to navigate." a simple explanation as to what she's doing here, besides the fact that she can not be content unless her paws are moving somewhere, it seems.