Being stagnant was doing nothing for the blue-eyed female. It left room and time for bad memories to gnaw away at her brain. There weren't many plants for her to distract herself with and company seemed to be scarce. If she was smart she would have descended the mountain by now. Perhaps even headed back up to the Northern forest where she had met the pale child. Such a ghostly looking thing that showed no obvious traits like Lilya - which made it easier to ignore the incident as coincidence or confusion.
Yet here she was. Sitting on the edge of an unfamiliar lake on an unfamiliar mountain. She had scented a pack nearby a few times but no one from there had found her so far. Made her wonder if she was the ghost. But the thought allowed her to relax comfortably without the feeling that someone would spring upon her.