Rouce was accompanied by the clouds on this journey south. Finally fleeing the odd stranger Muerda, she let the churn of dark sky lead her on to the next destination; hopefully proving more invitational than the last. She could hardly make sense of the world like this - the lack of direction, the drive forward into reins that wouldn't support. All of it screamed she was pointed right into the forest of nowhere, running headlong into the bark of a tree she couldn't find. It was dizziness trying to find where she was headed. Everywhere her glassy gaze turned, her stomach roiled foully with an indecisiveness that was dispositive and her pace began to lag with every heart-stumbling step. Rouce failed to predict that a new start could be this difficult.
She was always brought to the fire, it panicked her, brought her to a place where her instinct was dominant and she could rely on her rawest most organic tendencies to stray her. Rouce, the strange child of fire was so oddly out of the comfort of controlling herself. Yet if asked, she could be sensible enough to lead a patrol in unknown territory with half the effort of hauling only herself. The girl didn't like being alone to make decisions, however she was sure enough that parting with Muerda was a decision putting her in the safest direction.
Rouce's panic grew quiet as her tongue lolled over the side of her mouth and she drew to a halt. Her clear eyes aimed outward and around observing though quick pants a forest that seemed to radiate an accumulation of life. It almost hummed around the pads of her paws, quivering unexpectedly as though deeper in the ground Earth rattled beneath her. It was subtle yet sensible, and definable enough to slow her. The life that buzzed around was almost entrancing. She was enticed beyond her bounds. 'It's lovely,' she thought, sitting down, curling her wispy tail around her paws. She enjoyed it for a moment, wondering continuously what it meant for her next steps. Surely fate decided something for her here.