Golden Glade Wily Trees

Galloping in like a miniature wild stallion the peaks of Heron Lake Plateau and Nimbus Summit herded Paeon into the Golden Glade. The rushing air smelled sweet as it entered her nostrils and the sun's light flickered across her face as it flowed through the green leaves of the sugar maples almost ready to change color.

She was on a runner's high with a heaviness in her chest telling her she was challenging her body. As she continued into the glade the trees became less sporadic and bunched together, making it difficult to freely run. Now instead of speed, she focused on dodging, quick movements, and reaction time was her aim. Ready to take on any surprises that popped up in her path.