She didn't sleep all that much, more enamored by her scaley new friends that came to and went away from her side all throughout the night. The large cheeky snake stayed until she closed her eyes much later in the night. Her eyes fluttered, eyes slowly drifting apart, and a brief content purr leaving her before she slipped into sleep for what little was left of the night. She didn't know how long she had stared at the stars that night, only that they had looked different-ish, but not in too jarring of a way. She liked it so much better than the dust or smog-filled skies of the wastelands.

The large snake rested when she did, and some reptiles took their opportunity to crawl all over the both of the behemoths in the sanctuary and look at their newest resident from top to bottom.

Fluttershy had fallen asleep outside while watching the newly dubbed 'deathclaw', at least that's what Spike got as a species name since he revealed he could kind of loosely understand her, though she felt he left some things out, she wasn't going to pry, she didn't want to seem mean or rude. Her wings encased Spike in their warmth as she roosted on the ground. More than a dozen of her animal friends happy to sleep with her and Spike, keeping them both warm and comfortable throughout the night when they noticed their caretaker had fallen asleep outside again.

When day had barely started to break out, Lilith got up, feeling well rested. She yawned, tongue flicking and her senses sending the dizzying array of scents to immediately metaphorically fry her brain just as she woke up. She hissed lightly, slowly getting up and letting things slide off of her, before she started walking. Going along the edges of town and back into Whitetail Woods, and only then did she dare let her tongue out to scent the air. A stray thought caught her. She liked these ponies so far. Too many animals though, and too many scents in town, and goodness knows what would happen if heat hit anything in that area and irritated her enough. She may be fully sentient but she still had pretty strong instincts given just how 'dumb' she's had to play in the past. That rock pony would be nice to see again. With a flick of her tongue she vaguely scented her old scent markers that followed her here, and started following them right back to where that farm was. It would definitely take a while if she just walked but she didn't mind... A dark grey flat rocky farm would be the perfect basking place for lizards and snakes... and her. Also a good place to get a dust bath.

Better than moist and busy lands with rivers flowing just nearby. Scale rot was always a slight problem, a good dust or salt bath though prevented having to rub burning irradiated lemon concentrate on her spikes. She didn't have that third option available either now, so sticking around in a place full of animals doing who knows what, no matter how enticing, and no matter if there were giant adorable scaley babies in there, wasn't the correct fit for her for health and sanity reasons. She got the phantom feeling of a hot tongue and a very brief headache along her nosebone. Her tail dragged, and she huffed, glancing back in the direction she came and shrugging slightly, and deciding all-fours was the way to go, and she marked her path by scratching and dragging her limbs on purpose. She didn't need them worrying too much about her disappearance but just in case she wanted to leave an easy trail... Though... she did say she was possibly going to that doctor's appointment... Hmmm... Nah.

She started running, claws digging up dirt and stones, tearing through tree roots with ease, nothing snagging on her in the slightest as she quickly bull-dozed through the forest, grin on her muzzle and nostrils flaring as she huffed air in and out. She hasn't had free reign to simply run in so long. No real threats it seems so far, a species name that struck fear into the hearts of those who heard it, potential friends, reptiles existed in a normal non-mutated sense, and she was learning all kinds of things about everything new around her. Her tongue flicked out, and she followed the trail of her old scent, tail brushing against the ground occasionally as she ran. She saw the tracks of the train that passed through here, and she gently jumped them, as to not create too much of a break in her trail. She was going to reach that farm pretty soon, and it has apparently only been a few hours. She was totally skipping that doctor's appointment today.

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Fluttershy and Spike were somewhat panicking. The Deathclaw was gone. They woke up, and she was gone! It took a bit to gather everyone up but when they did the only ponies who looked nervous were Applejack and Twilight. Fluttershy was obviously the most worried, and Rainbowdash didn't know whether to be more worried about Flutter's worrying or AJ's worrying, and it made her impatient and skittish. Rarity's work schedule was bipolar on the best of days and thankfully the general consensus for the day was 'not busy enough'. Pinkie was pronking as usual, going high and dropping like a ball, grin stretched across her face and eyes alight in excitement rambling about a new dragon friend Maud told her she made had made in the mail that morning.

They had to spend quite a bit of their morning finding out just where the Deathclaw newly dubbed; Lilth, had gone. Finding Derpy on her mail route and flagging her down to talk, knowing she was of the few up at any time of ungodly early hour aside from the mane six (Pinkie preps for the bakery, Applejack the farm, Fluttershy her animals, Rarity with her shop upkeep, Rainbow with training, and Twilight with helping run a literal country), mail routes took a while to go through, as did deliveries. Derpy had told them about a strange dragon heading towards whitetail woods and the group set off so fast she couldn't finish the rest of her sentence. She wanted to tell them it left a trail but she had a mail route to get to so she had shrugged and kept going, though for a moment forgetting just whose mail box she was at and if she had put their mail in yet before taking a peek in her bag and continuing on with her route.

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It took them quite a while to find her trail oddly enough, despite the scarred trees and the deep tail and feet prints, and the horn gouges that went along a semi-clear and straightforward path.

"Goodness, it looks like something spooked her here. Oh I hope she's alright." Fluttershy was even more worried.

Applejack's ears went down and she muttered something to herself.

Pinkie however said something that chilled Applejack to the core and worried Twilight pretty deeply. "Hey! If we just keep going straight, we'll be at my super bestest best sister's and mom and dad's house in a little while! Do you guys think Lilth likes rocks to?" Her grin somehow grew and she quickly said. "HeyRainbowIbettenbitsI'llbeatyoutomyoldhouseinarace!" And she darted off along the path.

Rainbow had only a few seconds to process and when she did everything clicked and with a loud "HEY!" She had darted after Pinkie, fully intent on beating her there.

Fluttershy saw the looks Applejack and Twilight exchanged just out of the corner of her eyes, giving her friends a brief quizzical look before opening her wings and starting along the path.

Neither Applejack or Twilight noticed the look, but what they did notice was their very worried yellow pegasus best-friend fluttering down the trail of destruction quickly, and moved to trot after the group starting to surge ahead.

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Starlight, in the mean time, picked up the mail at the castle, sipped her cocoa, and went back inside. Content to grill Spike on all that he knew about their resident "Dinokclaw" or roughly translated "Deathclaw" wanderer. She'd probably teleport after them later or something when she's done... or spend her new-found weekend freedom with Trixie.

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Lilth at a later time, had made it to the farm. One would've never guessed that something with hooves harder than diamond would've given the absolute best scale-scritches. She was as flat and laid out as she could be, tongue lolled out, purring up a storm... Huh. Always forget purring is a thing... these hooves are unforgettable though. Not to mention the fact her horns, spikes, and claws were being sharpened by her new rock-colored pony friend's chosen action of using said things to process certain rocks.