Hushed Willows Beneath the Bowed Head of Mother Willow

Amalia trotted amongst the high tall trees with their long tendrils of green hair. She would occasionally brush against one, enjoying the tickle along her face and back. it was like a touch of a loved one. She missed her family, not sure where they were, but for now she was content to wander. Just because she missed them, didn't necessarily mean she needed to be with them. She was a wanderer always had been.

Her belly was full with the meal she had just eaten, the rabbit one of her favorite meals. Now she was happy to just run, and lope and possibly nap. She nosed among the willows, sniffing out the numerous animals that made their homes there, but she didn't strike, just observed.

Finally, with a gentle ache in her paws, she settled beneath one of the willows and curled her tail about her paws. A soft sigh rose up from her chest as she shifted to her paws sphynx like, her green eyes caressing the tall trees in front of her. It was otherworldly where she sat. The tendrils of green swaying atop her head, the nearby rush of a water source. Peaceful, yes peaceful. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth in gentle pants as she relaxed.