"OW! Watch where you sit, May!" sneered the inconvenienced collie, watching the aforementioned calico house cat emit a disgruntled growl and pad off to some other room of the sprawling mansion, where canine footsteps wouldn't dare to intrude on her slumber...yet. Lottie couldn't blame herself for it. She had work to do, and besides, why would someone just sit in the way of the door? Lazy cat! she said to herself as she eagerly made her way past the towering, heavy front doors. Normally she went out the back door to get to work, but some of her owners' business partners were coming in via carriage to the front, leaving the doors wide open. Normally she would have to wait for a servant to grant her exit, but in this instance she could just waltz out.

It was early in the afternoon, and it seemed that those friends of her owners had just arrived, the horses snickering and waving their tails at Lottie as she cautiously steered clear of their powerful hooves and kept moving onward on her well-programmed path. She was quite fond of fall and spring, for the damp state of Lemoyne was far less humid during those seasons and therefore less miserable to do her rounds around the plantation (phew, not having to feel all that wetness on her fur!). That being said, the far corners of the farm did get more damp regardless of the season, especially as the canine moved towards the river that separated Caliga Hall from the rest of the swampy Bayou Nwa.

It was here that her paws began to sink a little on the soft ground, the sound of pawsteps complemented by a subtle squelching noise as she occasionally sunk a little too deep on wet soil, and the collie's face twisted slightly at the matter, checking her paws to inspect the damage and ensure that the grime was at least manageable. Okay...not bad, not bad. So far so good. Regaining her composure as quick as she could, Lottie marched onward, her vivid blue eyes wide and alert for possible trespassers.