She was wide-eyed.
The sight of the first redwood to appear, seemingly at random, had expressly caught her attention. But upon looking a little closer, off in the distance there was another, and another, and another. Almost with baited breath, the tawny girl pressed forward with some hope in her heart to find a few more, and when she'd finally come to be surrounded by the towering, ancient trees, well...she was incredibly at peace.
Kingsfall was no Sequoia Vale, but it was the closest thing she'd found since her departure from her father's pack. Everything about the place felt like a little sliver of home. Lyanna meandered slowly through at first, her gaze roving over the detail of the warm-hued bark on the trunks and the immense size of of the roots that were visible above the ground. She'd pause here and there to crane her head skyward and peer at the branches that stretched out far and wide to compose the immense canopy. Immersed in the grandiose feel of the territory, she had willfully lost track of time. All she wanted now was to get lost here for a little while, to soak up the familiar smell of sequoia sap and the quiet sounds that echoed.
Eventually her russet ears perked forward at the swishing and trickling of running water. She followed it until she'd found herself on the bank of the Rill - a picturesque stream that fit the forest perfectly. Stepping in, she lowered herself into the current and let the water flow over her skin and through her fur. Lapping up a good drink and feeling rather refreshed, she made her exit and slid to her belly atop the cool dirt. For now, she'd get a little rest.