7th of Winter. 510 AV
Nadala had taken to sleeping in the woods. Well actually so far she'd spent most of her nights running whenever she'd heard a sound to stop by some other tree that looked remarkably similar to the last and as soon as she began to reach that point of sleep Nadala would hear another noise and back to running it was. For this reason when she awake that afternoon, because hearing a noise in the morning was much less frightening that during the night resulting in belated sleep, she was still quite exhausted.
Tired paws dragged her from the wooded area back to the road where she'd continue to walk without a real destination. When she'd left Taloba Nadala had thought of how wonderful it would be to be able to just do as she please without any duties or responsibilities. It didn't take very long before the kelvic saw just how frustrating it could be to have nowhere to go and nothing to do.
But on she walked, all four spotted paws touched down on the cold ground. In the blink of an eye Nadala bolted off, running at amazing speeds. Though the bag that hung from her neck kept Nadala from sprinting her fastest, her velocity was still faster than most. But she did not run for the fun of it. It was cold and running drove her body temperature up like nothing else and for someone who was used to the warmth of Taloba, winters that were actually... well wintery, meant that she did a lot of running.
Off in the distance she could see a faint shape. She ran closer. A boy. A BOY! Nadala had been roaming the wildlands alone for too long and company would do nothing but help ward off the loneliness.
She ran from the road to the wooded area close by and stalked along its inner edges as she watched the boy. Not a boy, a man. Much too strong to be a boy. Nadala continued quietly through the bushes her golden eyes peeking through to catch enhanced glimpse. Oh and he was cute, very cute. It would not do for her to meet him in her bestial form... most human men didn't find animals attractive in the same way they found women. Nadala never understood why, she herself found her cheetah form much more pleasing, but go figure.
Shifting in bushes Nadala took the bag from her neck and opened it, taking out the small bit of clothes she did have. A tattered top and skirt, both made of deerskin and neither very good at concealing her body. Her hair was long, stopping well belong her breasts. Emerging from the bushes Nadala centered her honey toned eyes in the mismatched one of the man.
"Hello."