Dawnlark Plains ирээрэй

The plains were barren and empty. Even the expected occasional prey animal seemed to be hiding. A thick sheet of snow covered the land. Tuya didn't mind any of this. She was hunting- hunting for a place to find calm, peace, maybe meditate, and the plains seemed good enough. Empty, quiet and cold. She traveled through them, paws causing a crunch in the snows, until she felt it was right and settled herself down on the ground in a sit.

Eyes close- possibly leaving her open to danger but connecting her to the spirtual world. Her muscles ease, tension exiting her shoulders, letting her limbs loosen up."ом," Hums forth from her lips, calming her as she meditates in the open."ом."