Peace came in the rolling breeze among the flowers, tickling the sense of the lounging beast by nose and grace of touch. It was soothing, not unlike what she had once found in the Vale but was now nothing more than a bed frigid rock and ice. Nature had dealt upon them a relentless blow, though it was of a higher design, she could not yet find the positive of it. Many had been lost while only the broken had been found. She could not begin to understand what would bring about this change. What wrong had been down by the earth-dwellers below to bring about the vengeful breath of fate. Or perhaps, it had not been the will of fate at all… and nature was simply a cruel and trifling force that offered peace as well as destruction.
Sighing softly, the female rolled to her side to better allow the sun to warm her cooling fur, but then a stout ear swiveled forward as a soft voice rose above the whispers of the meadow breeze. Youthful in its tone, but not without an understandable air of caution. In turn, the female uttered a throaty grumble having heard. But did not raise her head above her nest of flowers nor did she raise her lids above a heavily shrouded glance. |