[ @floraesky , starter call. for mako. ]
The vulpine walked for days, discovering the endless miles of wilderness that encircled her shrine. After a few more trees whose branches almost literally claw at the cloak she has on her form, her feet ultimately tire just as a river comes into view. How strange—she had no recollection of such a thing residing here. Her clothing and cloak's material have turned into nothing more than puddles at her feet as she knelt down with her knees close to her chest. Dark blue and black hues combine with a glimmer of shiny gold embroidery.
While she is silently observing, tall ears on her head twitch, catching up almost every sound in the area, from songbirds' chirping to the way leaves rustle in treetops in reaction to a passing breeze. Fingertips move smoothly over the still water, creating ripples of frost that break instantly and scatter only to be carried downstream. Despite the river's simplicity, she was drawn to it. How peculiar.
