Pangur is up early, invigorated by touch of spring, the warm glow of the sun urging new flowers up from the dirt, kissing the land that had for so long been buried beneath thick and heavy snow.
There is birdsong in the air, and Pangur pays an idle attention to it, having missed the sweet calls of songbirds in the mornings, and the forest is filled with them today, the celebration of new seasons was one that seemed to transcend the boundaries of species. A smile fell across her features.
The wound beneath her eye had closed now, scarred over and left her with but a hairless streak and a memory, she halts her pace and brings her wrist up to rub at it, the skin still itchy around the edges. At least now she felt a little intimidating.
Scary Pangur.
Her walk is quiet and uneventful, but she does not mind. Contently, Pangur sweeps the perimeter of the forest, eager for a challenge.
She hopes the gods will provide. Of course, she knows they will.
There is birdsong in the air, and Pangur pays an idle attention to it, having missed the sweet calls of songbirds in the mornings, and the forest is filled with them today, the celebration of new seasons was one that seemed to transcend the boundaries of species. A smile fell across her features.
The wound beneath her eye had closed now, scarred over and left her with but a hairless streak and a memory, she halts her pace and brings her wrist up to rub at it, the skin still itchy around the edges. At least now she felt a little intimidating.
Scary Pangur.
Her walk is quiet and uneventful, but she does not mind. Contently, Pangur sweeps the perimeter of the forest, eager for a challenge.
She hopes the gods will provide. Of course, she knows they will.
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