Luneshale Pass colina

She stopped as he did, allowing herself time to question where exactly she was going. With Soto here, she no longer wished to venture far. She would have to do something simple, instead.

Glancing down at herself, the answer was obvious.

Her trek continued, paws turning to take her towards the single source of water in the pass. Sand and dirt were beginning to stain her well-kept fur, she was due for a wash.

Leto had been quick to realize that her coat did not suit the lowlands. It was for too thick, much too bright. It grew dirty quickly in such an environment.