Iciano's Wandering(Open)

The lone Legga wandered the meadows, trying to find a decent spot to call home. Her wings folded tightly against her golden sides and her teeth gleamed as the sun hit them. Iciano traveled further, the avialion seeing shelter in a large cave in the distance. She sped from a trot to a canter, her pelt breezing through the grass with ease. She stopped as she reached the entrance. Who knew if something already lived here.