perhaps @Izumi? Otherwise AW!
Orlaith didn't venture to the plains too often, it's openness bothered her. She felt like she was seen too much, for her size was one part, but often or not she was recognizable by her flame-points, to even the point many looked as if they seen a ghost. For a literal sense, she came back to life ; although different, at the same time. Younger, less angry, more.. More something other then a doll of loss memories ; a home she knew of and was kicked out, and now but a loyal Vanderfell in another life once more. Coincidence, feelings that led her around and awkwardness but most, if not all, were now used to her appearance.
But there was no mountains or trees to hide from, and if there was, they were scarce. It was pretty, but not somewhere she'd go often.. Although it did hold some interesting prey that caused her to hum wantingly. At the moment she prowled through the tall grass, a scent of a trail upon her nose and slowly approaching that same prey that caused a curiosity..
Within the distance was bison! Not one she would try to hunt anytime soon, but was awfully curious by the taste and attempt. Orlaith licked her chops — watching and studying them.. One of these days she'd ask for a hunting party for them.
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