Across the land she searched tirelessly for a new den to call her own. While Stonewatch Timbers was a nice place, it had simply been a place to rest her head away from prying eyes. Now that she had poked her head in XIX's general direction, she needed to find something more sustainable should she need somewhere to rest. While the ravine wasn't the friendliest place to want to linger ( especially if one deals with sleep walking ) , Anastasia could readily see that at least the sloped incline to the sides would be pleasant and worth a gander. From where she stood there were no feasible dens to uncover but there were always surprises to be found.
Confidently the pale doll climbed up the incline to the west, eager to see what was over the horizon but cautious enough to know where not to misstep. One foul step and she could be sent right back down, or so she assumed. The Starklen was a rather clumsy creature and she wouldn't put it against her luck to bet she wouldn't collapse and be swept away in a mad rush of water. At least here she didn't have to worry about knowing how to get back. All she had to do was go down and south, right?
Blue eyes swept to the south and for a long few moments she stood, trying to gather if it still looked familiar or if she had already gotten confused and turned around.