Leisurely sauntering was... all she could do, at this point. Not a moment passed where Citlali would not wish that she could see the world behind her—the birds which sang, the critters who frolicked... the she-wolf sighed to herself, her head dipping down to her paws, as though she were gazing down at them. They were sodden with morning dew, stained with a slight green from the lush turf. She didn't know.

All Citlali knew now was that it was night. It has been night for a long time now; perhaps dawn drew near. The sun had yet to cast its golden rays across the ground, yet to glare in her sightless eyes, make her head pound with strain.

That was plenty to her. Citlali paused where the earth dipped into a small ditch. Perhaps there was once a pond here, or merely a puddle; all she cared was that as she coiled her body, she slotted in perfectly with the indent, her body pressed into the cool ground comfortably. Grass tickled her nose, intertwining with her long, silken fur. A soft embrace, one graciously accepted with a nestle against the vibrant strands.