She began to move along, far enough from the borders to feel comfortable for not running into trouble with whatever men might be running around playing warrior, but close enough for some semblance of safety from other loners who might be more malicious in nature than she was. She could be temperamental at times, but she hardly considered herself violent, not unless the other party forced her paw in the matter.
She hummed softly to herself as she moved, feeling the crisp fall breeze through her fur as she began to search for scent trails, finding herself just fortunate enough to catch the scent of a rabbit warren on the breeze, following it steadily… she just had to hope that it would not linger on the wrong side of the border. These lands were far different from Saivo, but she found she preferred them. It was not harsh and rugged like the former peaks of her home, nor was it quite as cold… coming from the north, the girl was used to harsher breezes whipping her around.