The Sand Wolf had been restless since her move to the Edge, it had been surprisingly harder for her to shed her former life for one here, she had assumed she could simply shrug off the red canyons and wide open skies for mists and forest. It wasn't that she didn't like it, no, they had welcomed her with open hooves and she had found herself with a firm friend in that of the Prince.

It was just different, and the kind of different which would gradually ebb and flow away the more she got used to it, and made her patch of land she'd staked a claim on her home. She had picked a roosting spot closed to the cliff's, where the old trees roots grew thick and their branches fat enough to support her weight. Whose roots created a den for her to wiggle beneath should the canopy prove to leave her disatsified. Feathers peppered the ground, some stark cream and others banded, all smally and downy. Ruffled and rubbed off with her constant fluttered wings or when she took to gliding through the misted air.

She had woken that morning with the usual sluggish fanfare only a foal could pull off, hooves dangled from either side of the branch which supported her weight, wings lazily drooped as she'd yawned. The flames upon her wings were dull, sluggish as she was as they began to crackle to life with the Sand Princess' own responses. It was a gooder day as any, violet eyes peered up under strands of cream to the dappled leaves above her to see the rays of light glitter downwards.

Today was a good day as any to explore, hadn't she promised Tembovu that she would let Zubari show her around? The thought pepped her up immediately, and with a smooth motion, pulled herself upright on her perch. Yes, today was the day she'd find Zubari and let him show her around. An ear cocked to the side while the other pressed forward as she pondered how she was going to find her new friend, the Edge was a big place, and she didn't know exactly where she was going. Flying wasn't much of an option..unless. Ears swivelled forward as she took a small breath, reaching within herself until she could feel the workings of the magic she'd been born with come to life.

Eyes slipped closed as the rustling of wind and leaves filled her ears, her form shifted and shrinking until she felt the familiar unfamiliarity of a new form. The large white raven sat still for a few more moments, purple eyes checking as her head jerked gently to the side to check her wings. Once she was sure she could properly move, the bird gave a hop, skip and then a jump into the skies beneath the branches and set off to try and find the dark spotted colt.

"Zubari?" She called, hoping it was loud enough to carry to his ears, gliding around one tree after another. "Zubari?" Louder this time as she finally decided it was better to land and hope he came her way. It might prove to be funny, she hadn't said she could turn into a bird. Then again, she'd never really shown anyone she could, it'd been her secret when she'd wanted to avoid her mai, or the carers she sometimes found herself in the company of. The raven folded her wings neatly against her feathered sides and pressed her head into her chest, lavender eyes keeping a keen eye out for her friend.