A gust of wind and the sound of feathered, flapping wings was the first to announce the girl's presence as her talons reached out to settle amongst the ground, twisting into paws just a second before landing as the Crowned Eagle changed forms. There was a twinkle in her void gaze as she took in the scenery the marshland had to offer, scrunching up her nose only because of the humidity that near suffocated her. It was very pretty around these parts, almost in an ethereal sense, save for the wet, clunky terrain. Every step the fox took sounded as if it was suctioned to the ground, the mud sucking away at her ivory paws, though she didn't particularly mind too much. It would certainly be a mess to get out later, but the albino was used to such misfortune at this point.
"Good evening?" Lovescars called out into the silence, taking a seat in case she'd have to wait some time.