70th Day of Summer, 512 AV
Celestia had grown tired of Sunberth, the same old thing every day. So she had decided to just get up and leave, travel to a new place, maybe even a new region. But before that she wanted to visit the most popular city in the Sylira region, Syliras. The good thing was that Celestia didn't need to worry about her house, for she didn't have one. She just stayed outside in the wilderness or in an inn. She hadn't come across a forest yet but when she did, she planned on hunting the animals there for her food. For now though, she had to buy her food.
The day was bright and sunny as Celestia walked nearer and nearer toward the city gates of Syliras. But it wasn't the city gates, or the city itself, that caught her attention. It was the smell of trees, bushes, and everything else. It was the sight of, what she believed and hoped, was a woods. "Maybe I'll go there instead. I can always go into the city later. This woods seems so inviting..." She whispered to herself, her feet already moving in the direction of the woods. She didn't necessarily care if she was allowed in there or not, she just wanted to run through the woods. It was rare to come upon woods, and even rarer to find forests, so she always took the chance to run through them when she found one.
Celestia took no time in finding a good bush to place her clothes, her bag, and her sword. She even found some leaves to help hide her things. Then she surveyed the area before she stripped down naked and stuffed everything she had into the bushes, adding some leaves to better camouflage her things. The next thing she did was shift into her normal form, a wolf. It took maybe a minute. After she was done shifting, her black haired had turned into midnight black fur. Her piercing yellow eyes and elongated teeth stayed, but she gained claws on all four of her paws. Celestia was smaller than most female wolves her age, so sometimes she was mistaken for a wild dog or even a coyote. That was fine with her, she didn't care what people thought of her. But it would be nice to be called a wolf instead, since that was what she really was.
With one last glance at the bush, she took off with a sprint. She loved to run, and running freely in her true form was the best damn thing she has ever done. Nothing, to her, could compare. She wasn't exactly sure where she was heading, and she didn't really care. She hoped maybe an animal of prey or another wolf might come by. She was a little hungry, and a lot lonely. She hadn't talked to anyone in what seemed like forever.