Rose had not found the journey difficult in fact she had actually rather enjoyed it on many levels. The lack of civilisation had brought her such pleasure, the thrill of the hunt, the scent of the world and the mist that rose from the land. The land which accepted her for slumber, a land which embraced her, little did she know it might well have embraced her more had she not fallen to her undeath.<br/><br/>The gangrel was as always watchful, her rather more feral side, which for the most was stronger, made her so. The shadows, the souls that met in the darkened mist caused her to draw back a little for she had to understand more before approaching. Even if her path had brought her here others made her afraid…well perhaps not afraid but cautious.<br/><br/>Although Rose was more than aware of what she was, she was aware of other beasts in the world that were more powerful, and she was always aware that she was considered young in kindred society.<br/><br/>A slow low growl passed from her lips, not one of aggression, more one of warning, she backed off a little more slowly, waiting to see of some other might be more eloquent than she. That in itself was not difficult.<br/>