Tattoos carefully covered, making sure each visible inch of her body along with a bit up was blended to perfectly match her skin tone, damn it was truly a chore to keep them concealed in this damn city. A longing glance down at them it had been so much nicer when she could just proudly wear them not caring who saw, but those days were long gone.

Shaking her head and looking up towards the skies, glad she had chosen mostly concealing clothes for the day as she walks through the bark park. Amaya properly in her long leash, two water bottles at her side and slowly nibbling on a power bar.

The unexpectedly cold weather of the day having kept her away from their usual walking space, careful eyes looking over the other people here with their dogs, trying to approach one but quickly steering away. Biting her lower lip with a sigh, damn why were these young souls so scary on the social plane? Why had it been so much easier back home than here.

Throwing a tennis ball back and forth between her hands, looking for a good spot to let Amaya of the leash and just play for a bit.