Newt’s parents were on vacation, and while normally, she would have resented not being brought along, this time was different. This time, she was more than happy to get away from them for a weekend. The holidays had brought with them the usual questioning pressures of what she was going to do with her life, and when she was going to continue her education, and she was quite through with having to answer them. That said, it also left her with nothing on her schedule for the weekend, and now more than ever she needed to escape the pressures being put on her even when her parents weren’t in constant contact. It seemed easiest to just relax away the weekend (and perhaps a few days more) as an animal, free from the stresses of every day life.
So it was that Newt had found herself taking the form of an eagle and just flying that Saturday morning. She hadn’t had a particular destination in mind, and really had just followed the currents of wind until she ended up finding herself above a mountain range that seemed fairly uninhabited. There were houses dotting the landscape here and there, but nothing that should prove unavoidable, theoretically, at least.
A quick change later, bypassing human entirely, and Newt was in the more comfortable feline form of a snow leopard, as this environment seemed particularly suited for such an animal. Normally, she would have restricted herself to something more native, but this weekend was all about relaxing, and she felt like being a leopard, damn it. Besides, with how sparsely populated the area seemed, she didn’t think it likely anyone would catch her, and even less likely they’d know she didn’t belong.
Briefly, Newt wondered whether to search for a temporary den first, or to hunt for prey, but that decision was quickly made for her by the empty feeling in her stomach. Food was in order, she decided, and preferably fast. ‘A rabbit, maybe, but I’ll take what I can get,’ she mused, as she padded off into the forest in search of game.