There were very few times that Lilya felt comfortable enough to stop and just look at the world around her, but the creek had her in awe. She noted the flowing water, the scents of prey around who’d come to the creek to quench their thirst… and the giant rainbow that stretched around the sky… but it wasn’t just a rainbow… no, it was two rainbows. She had a wide grin on her face, still a little stiff and damp from the rain that had proved to break through her less-than-adequate cover the night before. But, could she really be mad about that with such sights in front of her? No, she thought not.
That sight just added to how puzzled the girl was about the land that surrounded her… she didn’t understand the wolves or the places she found herself meeting new wolves… but she endured, survived, and tried to figure out just what made this land so different from the rest. There was something, she just couldn’t quite put her paw on it. What was there to put on it, after all? She wasn’t sure. She lingered close to the creek, eyes still gazing up every so often at the beautiful double rainbow that stretched across the sky and refracted its colors.
Lilya wasn’t namby-pamby by any means, but if there was something she’d had a weakness for, part of the reason she thought that she kept running, it was the scenery that surrounded her. It was something she'd gotten away from for a time, the constant worries of threats following her, but now? Now she was starting to settle back down, tracing herself back to who she'd been before she ran, before her sister was murdered before her eyes.