Curiosity would perhaps be the end of Nadya one day, but today was not that day. She pushed herself forward with a fervor and a determination that was not unlike her spirit, commanding, stubborn, and entirely out of her element as she wandered through the changing scenery. But she would not be stopped, not when her intrigue was like a soothing balm against her skin and her desire to know more became her guiding light.

She traveled forward, ears perked atop her head as her eyes narrowed against the warm air. Her call was met by another, a simple word so quickly cast into the void of something unreal. She paused as her head twisted toward the source, Hello? She echoed back.

It had not taken long before a man, draped in the colors of an autumnal sun, with a scent akin to a burning wood, stood before her. She did not recognize him, but when had that ever stopped the Bacchus woman?

Who are you? She called out to the silhouette as her paws moved to eat the distance.