Kintla Flatlands by the shadow of the night

As the shadows fell across the ground, a black wraith stood from the corner of the den. Lifting her nose to the sky she followed the smell of Jasmine. It was far too nice to sleep tonight, and she wanted to explore. Green eyes took in the shadows that danced and dove across the ground and in the trees. She made her way to the meadow, her large obsidian body blending in almost perfectly with the shadows.

Ears perked forward as she made her way towards the scent of flowers. Maybe she would just roll in them, or lay there. As her large black paws whispered across the ground, she heard her father's voice, urging her on and it was with a smile that she moved a little faster. Better hurry little tree, dem flowers don’t last forever chile.

Blue added some zest to her step as she tried to hurry,all to soon the flowers would close completely for the night. Quick as possible, her lithe figure and sure step took her to her destination. She lay down with a soft sigh and closing her eyes she enjoyed the smell of the evening jasmine.