Honeyed Pasture die Welt vor mir is' für mich gemacht

Norah woke up to the warm spring rays of sun, greeted it with a big yawn and blinked here eyes against the dazzling, bright light. Tiredness of the journey previous evening was still felt in her limbs - a sore muscle here, a stiff joint there - and she considered staying put for the day, until the loud rumble of her stomach reminded her that it too had it's needs that the lawfully marriaged rest of the body was not providing for.

She got up, stretched her spine and neck, did some wolf yoga of good stretches and finished the brief exercise routine with a hefty shake of her coat. She scratched the back of her head with her hind paw and scared some flees, when she reached over to nibble at the area right above her tail. With this done and another yawn later she felt well enough to get down to business. Oceanside did not prove to be very interesting to her, therefore she headed a bit southwards, where a distant line of forest had more promise.