Rayie
Unspoiled waters coat the Taigan border, speckles of sea ice drifting away from the frozen Isle, travelling for miles until they all melt away into the warm waters, some larger pieces eventually colliding into the rocky shore, or washing up malformed on the sand. The thick salty air that hangs around the coast is pleasant, and Rayie holds it in her lungs for a moment, admiring the cold in the air and the bitterness of it. The hum of the ocean is pleasing also, an orchestra of waves and carving rock that blends into a sound she has not heard very often, a lot more calming than the eerie sounds of echoes and screams that resonate within Pangea's canyons.
She smiles for a moment, turning inward toward the mainland, the tall redwoods towering over her and casting an almost malicious and impressive shadow.
Soft pines and needles scattered across the forest floor bend and stick to her soft woolen pads, claws unsheathed as they dig into the scattered snow, providing her as much grip as possible, making sure she does not slip.
The smell of the forest is an almost delectable taste, filling her lungs with a fresh blend of pinewood and an array of flowers, softly blooming under a white blanket of snow.
The sound and light inside the forest is vastly different, the hum from the sea invades from behind her, though it is blocked by the stationary trees, their immense stature and width blocking out the sound and creating a whiz of wind and twisted sound from the call of birds and crunch of leaves, it is also pleasant and relaxing.
Though as usual, the peace does not last very long. An earsplitting cry sends her off balance, her eyes suddenly open, darting across the dim forest which is now dimly lit, the thick canopy sheltering the forest floor from the dry sunlight, or perhaps stealing it, using the light for its own benefit.
The lioness perks her ears, the tone sounds familiar and so she decides to investigate, her travels could wait anyway.
Her companion joins her side as they near the familiar scent, though she tells the animal to stay further back, her annoyance toward it quite visible, though for now, she does not focus on him, they are close, and the scent is now becoming stronger.
"Well, well, well" she whispers, a growing grin tugging at the sides of her maw.
"I didn't think I would see you again. It's been a while" she says, almost quite happy to see Felicitey again, glad that she wasn't alone in the forest.
"How have you been?" she asks curiously, her head cocked to the side and her tail grappling her legs as she sits down comfortably.
