((ooc:I am Russet, but i changed.))

Wingarch sighed. She lapped up some water, relishing its sweet taste after the days she had spent traveling through the Inbetween. Her mouth no longer dry, she herself lept into the water that stayed, miraculously, in the Smallest Paradise.

Wingarch rolled her eyes happily as she splashed in the water. The dirt and dust she had collected in the Inbetween washed off of her, showing that her fur was white. It also cleaned the silver scar that was forever on her neck.
She closed her silver eyes, sighing again.

The loneliness hurt her. She was unacustomed to it, having grown up amongst many of her kind. But now they were gone. And she did not want to think about them. It only brought back painful, terrible memories.

At this Wingarch came slowly out of the water, shaking off the small droplets that had stayed on her fur. She lifted her head, a long howl eminating from her open maw.