A moment stolen was a moment preserved as long as she could make it her own. Again the wandering paws of the Nomad took her beyond the family borders to the open plains along the coast nearing the northern threshold. Guided not only by the wanderlust but eh black from soaring overhead, she was taken to parts hardly ventured for the sake of stretching her aching limbs.
With news of her circumstance, she was inclined to take more care in her travel, knowing better than to exert herself to exhaustion but did well to mind her activity. Where training was out of the question, a healthy jog, she reasoned, could hardly be counted as harmful. And with the eager wings of her companion beckoning her to follow, how could she remain idle behind the borders just waiting to grow larger? As long as the Family knew of her wanderings after the fact, she could see no reason to keep herself from this cherished pleasure.
She raised her voice to her companion with a request to take her somewhere less travelled. Guide her steps to different terrain and invited her senses to experience something beyond the norm. Guide, was what she said to him and followed him truly with four large paws eagerly striking the ground in pursuit.
Image credited to Mysticrainbow@Deviantart
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