Stavanger Bay Taking the time for me

Thistle strode from the den and sat down right outside, letting the dawning sun rise up and it's rays touch the amber and fawn colors of her face and pelt, that shone brightly in the light. She bent to lick her one white paw, and then stopped moving and closed her eyes to let it sluice down over top of her.

She tilted face towards the sky and smiled softly in the light. It was so pleasant to just sit and let the warmth dig deep into her face and warm her pelt from the outside in. She was slowly becoming accustomed to her life, granted yes she was still incredibly upset about it, but she was adapting to it. She hummed deep in her chest and shifted once and twice and then stopped moving relaxing in the morning air, the crisp breeze a strange feeling against the parts of her body where there were no sun touching her.