On her two legs Caprica wasn't particularly built for walking long distances, but then, she wasn't really walking for the sake of getting anywhere fast. She was on the look-out, and so the tall luperci form suited her fine. From behind dark locks, the D'Angelo daughter kept an eye on the forbidding mountain range that hove in and out of view as she followed rocky paths east. She'd always wondered what lay in this direction, and really it had been the one place left to look for that large but strangely elusive family of hers. So here she was encountering the prospect of a mountain for the first time. She was travelling slowly, a little daunted. The rocks looked bare and unyielding after a spring spent amongst bountiful forest trees. But despite her pace, she moved with a swing in her step, hair in a short loose plait on the nape of her neck, bobbing behind her.
The sun reached its apex and found her just cresting the top of a small hill, puffing but proud of her climb, only to stand with wide eyes as she realised this hill was only a foothill, and only the first of many, and the smallest. She would really have to consider now whether to go on or not. She sat down with her legs out in front of her, watching the cloud shadows cross the undulating terrain that spread out before her, while sucking some honeycomb she'd saved from the forest. She loved having the taste on her tongue and the sweet scent of it on her fur; she often sought out beautiful smells, but could rarely find a way to get them to linger around her person. She wanted to make herself distinctive, recognisable - findable. But perhaps today it was finally her fate to do the finding. A wayward smell-trail breathed past her, and without deciding to rise, Caprica found herself on her feet. It was gone, lost in the nectar honey-scent, but she did not doubt her senses. That had been a familiar trail, and she knew now she had gone the right way. Too late to turn back, she found she did not want to - she truly yearned for her lost relatives, and she went forward to - she hoped - find them at last.
There was a spring in her step, and a speed that had been lacking before, a powerful strident walk that lasted until she almost lunged right over the border and came to a reluctant halt. It might have been her own flesh and blood that claimed these lands, but she knew her protocol. She stayed where she was, giving only a call of "Heey! Is anyone out there?" and then just waiting, shifting her weight restlessly, eyes roving the half-lit hillsides for a trace of approach.