Honeyed Pasture ;Weigh hey, roll and go!!

Norsamu stuck out like a sore thumb, as her black and white figure greatly constrasted to the golden terrian. When she arrived, the herds were rather quick to give space between them and her, but she didn't mind. She wasn't in the mood to hunt for a stag, but more was curious what was beyond the beaches of the coast. The area was relatively close to where she decided to lay claim, and thus strode out to see what it was like. It was memorizing... As the winds caressed the gold, and let a breathtaking scene appear before her.

"Well. Tis' beautiful, but boring as shit," the white maned wolf hurumphed loudly and declared a few moments after, "but, mighty prey here, aye." While uninstered, her sunset gaze did not miss the few herds that were in the area, and pointed them out. She would take mental note this was a fine area to challenge the hoofed foes and gain a mighty dinner to drag back to the bay... Though besides the view, it wasn't all too interesting. She of course, enjoyed it for those few moments before growing bored of it. So Norsamu arrogantly walked between the golden fields, curiously glancing around for something more.