It was early afternoon, the sun was slowly climbing to it's peak in the sky, moving across the sky with the laziness of the Autumn time weather. The sky was dotted here and there with grey clouds, although there was no sign of rain, the Autumn had truly taken hold of the lands now, the leaves on the trees were now turning golden and red and were beginning to fall from the twisted boughs of the old trees that were scattered across the lands. The taller grasses had died off, the shorter strands were still a lush green although they were yellowing slightly here and there. Through this two figures walked, one was a patchwork patterned Luperci, her chest bore a bright ochre stripe, the rest of her fur was dappled here and there with different shades of browns, creams and muted greys, her mane was beginning to grow, and was now long enough to fall about her shoulders, the brown curls bouncing as she walked. The other figure was a large pale mare, her body was a light buttercream colour, her mane and tail were almost white, she wore no saddle but a bridle was neatly placed across her face. The pair were bouncing along together quite companionably, the little patchwork girl talking almost now stop to the mare as they walked, her tone was a lot more nervous than it usually was, the young patchwork girl had seen a lot more than she had bargained for during the past week, there had been a raid on Cour Des Miracles; the little female had never felt such fear, she had been awoken to shouts and cries, it had been nothing like she had ever experienced before in her young life. She was a little ashamed if she was honest, she was planning to be a brave hero, a defender of the realm, she was going to be just like her Daddy, she was going to fight alongside him, standing for all that was good and right within the lands, but she had found herself trembling with fear as she listened to the shouts of the battle. It had made her think of her sable great grandmother, she had decided to go and see her today, although there had been warnings from the King; lectures of not leaving the lands alone. But with the sudden raid upon the lands the patchwork girl had decided that she was no safer there alone than she was outside the lands alone, she might as well continue the exploring, if she could not defend her pack, she could always check that her aunt and great grandmother were well and safe.

Little did the patchwork girl know that she had completely missed the Crimson Dreams packlands and was now skirting closer and closer to danger as she was walking towards Aniwaya. The little female held Scarlett's reins as they walked together, the large mare plodding along happily as they walked. The small female was looking forward to seeing the ebony female, she wanted to tell her all about the recent developments in her life, it was not all doom and gloom after all, the little female had been practicing with her bow, she was rather pleased with her progress if she was honest. She also wanted to warn her great grandmother about the raid, wanted to know that she was safe, that her bronze aunt was safe as well, the tall female was a good warrior, but the little patchwork girl still worried about the pair of them, even if they seemed like capable wolves. Finally the girl tried of walking, looking this way and that, she wondered how much longer it would be before they reached the lands, they had made good time though so the patchwork girl decided that the pair were due a break. The small girl let go of the reins and began to play on the grass, making a few cartwheels, bouncing here and there, before laying down on the grass, staring at the sky, watching the clouds, seeing what shapes they made as they moved across the blue sky. The small female grinned to herself, her long tail wagging. The little female rolled onto her stomach, picking at the blades of grass as she lay there, muted grey feet kicking up and down as she peered around the lands, large blue eyes wandered around the lands as she lay there, the tall pale mare standing at her side, chewing on the grass as she watched the smaller girl at play. The young girl was contented in that moment as she stared out into the lands, she was pleased with the stillness and the calmness of the lands this morning, after the terror of the raid she was enjoying the momentary lapse of calm, she lay there, staring out into the lands, she was musing over whether or not to move on through the lands, to reach her aunt's pack, she must be nearby by now after all.