Moonspear Afterlife

Re-re-post, lol. Maybe @Aloe? :)

Wildfire still felt achy in every sense of the word, yet as she tipped her face upward, into the sunlight and the breeze, she knew a moment's peace. She drew in a deep breath, held it in her lungs for a few seconds, then exhaled and flopped down on the overhang closest to the hideaway she shared with Floki. He was off hunting or patrolling (she couldn't remember which; she'd been half-asleep when he'd left) but Wildfire found she didn't mind the solitude. It gave her time to mentally rebuild without worrying about physical proximity, for one, and that was one of the things she hoped she could repair given time.

As she more or less lay there and basked, Wildfire practiced her ability to keep her mind blank. In private, quiet moments like this, she could get caught up in bleak, angry or miserable thoughts all too easily. She focused on breathing in and out, and when that didn't prove distracting enough, she made a point to listen for all the noises around her. Given the time of year, there was plenty to pluck out of the cacophony, from the wind soughing through the crags above her to the distant caterwaul of a territorial (and likely randy) cougar to the various birds tweeting from every which way.