No, she was in fact missing the weight of a full grown adult, though soon enough she would mirror Nyra. Nephthys rarely left the Spine's borders, but when she did she was never far.

Eastborne, the crumbling ruins, the castle.

Nephthys knew there was a pack here, trying to build up, but it's borders were weak and on her patrols she never saw a soul.

So, she set for exploring.

And getting out of the house.

These flowers she knew, though she didn't have a use for them, dried and stored within one of her skulls she used as bowls. Waiting for their chance.

She has more than enough at home, but she can admire their beauty still as she looks for other useful things. It's the height of summer, and even if the pack didn't need healing right now they may later. She caught someone's scent, and set to investigating, stalking towards the other with her head high and tail up.

Pompous, perhaps, but she wouldn't be a princess if she wasn't.

Afternoon she responded, looking the other over. Are you one of the locals? Her voice sweet, questioning. She had seen the other sorting through the flowers, she imagines its how she herself looks during herb collection. This could be a friend, she misses Polly, but the other girl hadn't known a thing about healing or plants.