Larea ceased her drawing as they reached the lake, taking some time to look around. The wolf-man was nowhere to be seen, but the environment was still as serene and beautiful as ever. She stood around the group for a few minutes, thinking their guide would show up soon; when he did not, she decided to make her way to a small lifted outcropping sticking out over the lake. She sat down there, her legs both stretched out to the same side, and, noticing the pleasant breeze that wafted through the area, raised a hand to her face to hold her waving hair out of it. She closed her eyes, silently enjoying the tranquility; she decided if he took much longer to show up, she would try and draw a sketch of the scenery, so she would always have a part of this place with her. It was peaceful, and felt almost familiar to her; she doubted she would forget it either way, but having a picture to remember it by would be nice. For now, though, the notepad sat to her side, her only focus being on relaxing as she waited.