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@Holland!

Here she was, in the gold-swept plains again, though it had been at least two moon cycles since she'd met the man with the sun-like fur. Since then, she had not returned to this place, though not because of any particular reason; she was simply drawn here today, silver sentinel standing amongst the chest-high grass for the moment, as if she were a colorless statue amongst the riches of this land. It was pleasant to just feel the sun on her fur, eyes closed as she stood, basking in the warmth that the day provided as the winds of winter nipped on the heels of the Teekons.

She only moved when she heard a sound, a brush of grass, ear rotating to listen though she did not yet peel her eyes open to see what moved near her.