Zyanya looked up into the cloudy skies as she strolled through the forests. It was strange, this place, this new, warm, air. The way the flowers always bloomed, and winter only came a fourth of the years. It was a thing Zyanya knew not of, until she had left her winter behind, the winter that was all year long. She quickened her pace as she leaped her way over logs and fallen trees, her silvery locks flowing behind her, and her tail flicking lightly in the dull sunshine that broke through the clouds. Her pace continued as she dodged trees, carefully, but also with an uncontrollable air that swirled around her naturally as she ran. The wind was her home now, despite how much it tormented her in the past. It showed her a path, and Zyanya took it.
Making a sharp turn, Zyanya landed quietly, ears twitching abit as she observed in her quiet manner, the way the trees swayed and the flowers beneath her paws blossomed. She had come to meet only a few of her own kind, but Zyanya was not the noodle who demanded company. It was interesting though, this world she had discovered outside the snow. With a light twitch of her tail, Zyanya perched herself amidst some bushes, content for the time being, watching her new glade, the stream nearby, and the small animals that passed by every few moments.
