Sunbeam Lair you yes you

The world seemed so oddly, eerily quiet in the early hours of the morning. The singing insects and belching frogs quieted when the nighttime began it’s perpetual retreat, but no other living things seemed to stir — unless you counted the wind through the trees’ winter-bare branches, or the perpetual turning and spinning of the earth on its axis, or the steady march of time as it moved ever forward. As luck may have it, Olive saw the life and the vivid energy that existed in these things, and marveled at these small occurrences as she would a crashing waterfall, or yawning chasm in the earth. There was splendor and wonder to be found in all corners of the earth, at all times of the day, if one knew where [and how] to look.

So taken with her surrounding was she, that the quickly-tiring wolf found herself eventually seeking rest. Everything seemed still and at peace, so the shrouded sylph let her mind be the same — she floated easily in the nothingness of her conscious thought and bobbed along to the silent song of the earth’s energies. Perhaps this might be why she did not detect the Diaspora King as he approached and followed her — she sought a place to lay her head and nothing more. Very little of this required critical thought to process, so when Olive came across a misted dell, and a particularly dry spot beneath the aegis of an arbor, she curled in on herself, tucked her nose beneath her tail and closed her eyes as a light snooze slowly overtook her.