She was far from home, in a way. She had not gone so far as to travel to the Fuego Region, or even to the distant island masses, but still, she was not within calling distance of Mortus Sero. And to the girl, that was far from home. In Räv's mind, however, that was not necessarily a bad thing. Every once in a while, she needed a break, needed to relax her bones. It had been a very long while since she had visited this place, where the water pooled about the fountain, a place where spirits were said to be strong. She scoffed softly at the thought, for the leggy babe did not believe in ghosts. Most of her spanish ancestors were quite opposite and more than a little bit believing, but Räv had never been the type. Reality was her only solace.
Her long limbs brought the dame closer to the edge of the water, her ears twisting back as she sniffed softly, wrinkling her nose at the smell. It was not clean water, certainly not fit for drinking. The rats surely came here to ruin the water source. She nodded to herself at the thought, content with this fact she had created on her own. Her tail swayed loosely, and the macabre dame crept forwards until her blackened limbs were submerged halfway in the murky water.
It was then that the dame's skull dipped, her snout downturned and tucked up against her chest. With a soft huff, however, the position was abandoned and her muzzle arched, eyes bright, even though one was scarred and blinded. "Espero usted putrefacción en su sepultura, madre," she hissed softly, her one-eyed stare settling upon the fountainhead, and the words rolling from her tongue like a serpent's purr. She hoped that her mother could hear her, though she doubted it. Even so, her ill feelings towards the woman who had birthed her would never subside.