Redsand Canyon white lightning and wine.

More and more these days, Valiria enjoyed pushing her boundaries. Not far--much as she enjoyed exploring the unknown, she wasn't at all a fan of getting in trouble. She pushed them only just. Just far enough to get somewhere new, but not far enough to to be so far out of line that it couldn't be portrayed as an accident. An oversight of her limits, due to youthful exuberance. She was clever like that, though likely far more transparent than she believed herself to be.

With her family somewhere at her back, just out of sight, Liri grinned a bit devilishly to herself as she prowled forward through the brush. In her imagination, she was not a wolf, but one of the big cats she'd heard stories of that stalked the higher cliffs of the mountain. She held her body low to the ground and tried to move with fluid grace, like a ribbon of silk dancing across a breeze. She wasn't actually hunting anything. Not in reality, anyway. In her mind, though, she was hot on the trail of a ram--young, healthy, muscular, with a giant rack of antlers built for crushing enemies. Nothing more than a child's game for a lion like herself, though.