Falls of the Hinterlands cascades of the moon god

Whatever happened at Kingslend, she wandered away for a time. The details surrounding it were vague at best for now. Wren focused on traveling for a bit before settling down anywhere permanent. Long legs carried her toward the falls. Perhaps she'd always be attracted to the sources of water she came across... The thought was enough to make her feel solemn again. The pirates of the vista were behind her now - she had to accept that. It was fine to admire and appreciate, but she'd never have it again.

A sigh escaped her lips as she took a seat next to the water. Wren's tail sprawled out like a banner, idly flicking for no reason but to move. The brunette wasn't thirsty; her intention to come here was following the source of churning water. She took comfort in it. Lowering her head to her paws, she rested it there. An ear flickered briefly, the night sounds coming to life the moment she relaxed. They came in waves, these sounds. An owl hooting. Crickets chirping. The night was cold but thankfully her coat was thicker than most.

She'd have to bulk up for winter. All the hunting she had done so far would see to that. It was foolish to sleep in the open like this though, so she kept her wits about her. Only when a subtle snap sounded behind her did the woman slowly raise herself. Calmly, she glanced behind her.