It'd been a long time for the girl. She was decently aged now, probably around the same age as her mother when she had gone missing. Fletcher however, hadn't really settled anywhere specifically. She'd been wandering, unsure of if she trusted herself enough to really stay anywhere. She could be reclusive, but her urges to have something to protect, and just a goal in general, keep nagging at her. Louder, Louder, LOUDER. She'd gotten in her fair share of fights while alone, gained scars, her lids had began to droop and sag. She looked tired, but if anything, she mostly just looked lost. Her tongue flicked from her maw, licking over the healed up scars on her muzzle and nose. Wolves, she'd remembered, of course it was. She still hated them, and most of them still hated her. That was one problem with her quest for peace, was that there was so damn many wolves. They were everywhere, riddling the lands like fleas on her pelt. There were so many of them you couldn't avoid them.

Maybe that was why her mind subconsciously had her following the scent of her own kind. It was a heavy smell, not one tainted with the foul odor of wolves like they had been recently. Young, tired paws drug her past old familiarities, and into new territory. She didn't often go near the sea. It was cold, and something about how deep it goes shook her in the core of her being. Memories of chasms and a lost sister, an endless pit that leads to nothing but broken memories and hearts. The knight's sword sheathed deep in her own heart, only pulled in a moment's notice when she realized something was off. A thick scent stopped her in her tracks, some sort of territory marker that caused her to pull out of her own mind and back into the real world. Stop thinking, her own mind chided her, You know where it's gotten you before. Yeah, that's right, nowhere good, huh? She hesitated, looking around cautiously. All she smelled were cats. Maybe they would grant her refuge, at least for a little while? Green eyes shifted back and forth, scanning the horizon. "Hello?" she asked to nobody, "I'm Fletcher, a nomad. Where am I?" Maybe nobody would hear her. She didn't feel like roaring, but if it truly was a border to something, then she assumed someone would stumble upon her eventually. If not, then, well, it was time to move on once again wasn't it?

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OOC; sorry in advance for a kind of jumbled post. i haven't rped in a long time. just as a note i'm kind of a slow-goer rper so it might take me a bit to reply. hope thats ok @ _ @

She would forgo the tide pools today, opting for exploring the rest of the ocean rather than the lower beach and salt soaked cliffs. The problem with the main prairie was that the only thing that managed to stick up higher than the grass was her ears, and they just simply looked like two brow antennae moving through a bright sea of gold. She'd hop up every few seconds to get a better view, but that too was becoming exhausting.

That was, until she heard something!! Well, someone! Eyes light up with mischievous wonder, and a grin slowly spread up her maw. Oh boy, oh boy! This was a prank that she had just been waiting to dish out. Stoneclaw was no doubt going to get tired of her antics very, very quickly. Ah, well!

She crouched down, following the scent and sound of a stranger on the winds, not bothering to jump because this was all about the element of surprise after all! Lynxes were pretty much known to be masters of stealth, Dogma was just a credit to her breed.

It wasn't long before she found who and what she was exactly looking for, hearing another voice, but she was too deep in her plan to really try and pin it to a face. 1...2...3... NOW! She sprang up from her crouched position, coming to land on a rock that rested above the grass. Her eyes immediately flew to the saber female. "DO NOT FEAR YOUNG PILGRIM!! FOR IT IS I!!! THE LEADER OF STONECLAW!!! I AM HERE TO-" She cried loudly, eyes flashing open as she struct a noble pose, it wasn't until a moment that she realized that 'oh yeah there's another person here!'.

The small lynx turned then grin shift into a thin line of 'oh neat'. She stood frozen, looking directly at KING Roderik, eyes squinting as she blinked at him. She turn stiffly back to the other saber. The look Dogma gave her was 'hello, I am actually a fool'. "I..You see.. Well, it was really... ya know cool and stuff... but I gotta.. Oh do you hear that..." She ambled on. "Someone's calling me, I gotta go, really nice meeting you.. BYE!" She leapt from her rock then and ran back toward the inner territory.