Between the North and East of Crown's Hold, a small fox trotted towards a strong hold looming high above her.
A flash of light and the not-worth-a-second-glance canidae was replaced by a women in ruffled colourful skirts with caramel skin and long, chocolate coloured curls. The easiest form for Nyra to shift between, minimal exhaustion or thinking went into it now.
Most of her weeks she spent traveling here from The Free States had been in that form, finding it the safest whilst still allowing her to move swiftly and with minimal notice.
It had been a long road for the shapeshifter; whom had spent most nights in bush over grows, catching wild hares as they skittered past and spent the odd occasion, only when the nights had turned truly ridgid, in the barn of an old farmer. If luck was on her side she would even help herself to an egg or two but only if the chickens were kept far away enough that the feathered fiends would not sound an alarm.
All in all, it had been rough. With such little socialization whilst om her journey - having been controlled for so long prior, Nyra worried if she would be able to keep some animalistic tendencies to herself... especially as she took her last few steps forward to the entrance, hoping at last for home.
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