Sun Mote Copse Twinkle Twinkle toes

Large trees towered above the wolf gilded in shadows. Brown eyes turned from one tree to the other, the fading sun dancing along the forest floor. Tiny paws made no sound as she moved forward and around. She scented the flowers and the trees, and it drew her healers heart to bliss. 


So many plants, so many new healing properties. She could do it, she would do it. She couldn't wait to get started.  Mai flitted from one shadow to the next, almost playing with the sun motes as they danced down from the sky.  It was beautiful painting her pelt in goldenlight and the ground in dying light.