Stone Circle a rosebush said: these frosts are wearisome

sorry this took a bit longer than i expected!

She's wandered from her siblings and @Valette, into the forest without a single care in the world. It's a hazy, misty morning. Sunlight filters softly through the aspen trees, and the air is quiet but alive. Somewhere in the forest she can hear birdsong, the melodic whisper of a river, and the faint rustle of foliage under the feet of creatures smaller than herself.
The chocolate-furred girl follows the sound of the river, paws damp with morning dew. It takes a bit of leg work to actually find it, but she doesn't mind; the birds sing her through the short trip, and she thinks she glimpses woodland creatures behind the trees several times. When she finally spots the steadily moving water, she breaks into a run — only to abruptly halt at the river's edge. She doesn't hesitate to lean over, watching quietly as the water rushes past.