She never stopped moving north, toward the frozen norths, though those were months away even for her on foot, though she was glad when her resistances to the elements returned, no longer shivering at night. She started skirting the towns, looking for a lone cloak on a wash line without any witnesses, before she dared a town. Once she found one, she used detect thoughts to ensure she was alone, and then snagged it, leaving for the next town, noting the cloak was plain, without any identifying marks. Once at the next town, she made sure her wings were flat against her back, under the cloak, and that her tail was inside her dress, wrapped around her leg, before venturing into it, making a trip through it just to note what they had.