It was cold. To deny it would be foolishness. However, despite the frigid air, and the occassional clumps of snow that built up on her bare foot-paws, the Dauphine of Cour des Miracles had ventured forth from her warm cabin seeking to test out her legs, after being mostly confined to a small area for nearly a month. Surely she had missed much, and she had lots to catch up on. The air carried with it many unfamiliar scents, though all were intermingled with the familiar scent of the pack. This meant that there were many new people to meet, new voices to memorize, new scents to attach to those voices and perhaps new pelt textures to analyze, though that last distinction would remain reserved for her dear friends. She knew how each member of the Royal Court felt, and she would never forget it. The ivory and silver collie-girl rarely forgot anyone, but letting them touch her and touching them herself firmly cemented those select individuals into her mind, never to be forgotten.
Of course, Ruri wore her warm, grey, cashmere tunic, but over that she wore the large woolen poncho that she had also tried on with Firefly. The large poncho hung down further than her tunic, just above her knees. This left her lower legs exposed, although this did not bother her in the least. Much to her delight, the fur on her extremities had thickened considerably with the winter months. This meant that her body was slowly adapting to the chilly weather of these lands. Soon, she would not need to pile on the several lairs of clothing she was wearing, but she would likely do it anyway, as she enjoyed the textures against her fur.
Of course, Ruri did not care about her clothes at the moment, her mind was busy recalling her memorized paths through the lands, which had become more difficult to navigate in the slippery mixture of wet snow and dirt. She was headed towards the ocean, simply to enjoy the sounds and the smells. She had missed those sensations after being cooped up inside for so long. After having been raised on and near the sea, Ruri felt that it was a part of her, one that she could not easily leave behind. While she certainly had no desire to attempt touching the water at this time of year, she simply wished to engage in a quiet visit with the ocean. If she ran into anyone along the way, that would simply at to the pleasure of the moment.