The Bracken Woods do you hear the lovely song?

A small but glistening world unfolded, but it was far too unfamiliar for the nostaglic feeling to flow within. Though she knew of the faint path to get to the familiarized area for Aerasha, but it has been many moons, since her presence had begone from the place, that she felt no rush to return to the warm stones and wolves of hollow. That is if she had the desire to, however. Her paws crunched against the untouched snow, as earthly sky eyes glanced at other prints from the various, and many wolves who laid upon the lands. Teekon Wilds, always active.

The lands she wisped herself to was not, and it felt empty. She had no reason to do, to leave without a word, but it was her, always without an excuse to do what the Princess feels on a whim. Her creamy cloudness had de-fluffed from the overgrown weight had gained many, many days and moons ago, but Aerasha had always failed to achieve a lithe and slim look, always achieving that slight thickness from her pelt, and her gluttonous self from over-eating. Quaint, she was, and felt her form was adorble, per her usual thoughts.

"Oh my,~" her soft and playful voice rang out in the quiet land, "i'm back.~"