Hushed Willows Of cloudless climes and starry skies

this piece should be accompanied by the song Concerning Hobbits to feel the full inspo
@Fionn and @Lumiya

Édaín lay prone beneath a looming willow, the whispering of its leaves brushing against its neighbors was a lullaby on such a warm afternoon. She was in a trance from watching the light dance between the foliage, the leaves a bright emerald green from the rays. The soft buzz of bees a happy drone in her ears. The air felt fresh and crisp in her chest- thick with the smells of rich earth and wildflowers. It was one of those afternoons that inspired a languid appreciation, perfectly suited for naps or adventure alike. 

A soft squeak escaped her maw when the she wolf stretched on her side, delighting in the strength felt in her limbs. Édaín then  rolled completely onto her back,  wiggling her frame on the ground until the itch on her pelt was sated. She was quite a sight with her tongue hanging joyfully out of her mouth and just overall enjoying being alive.  With a soft sigh she shifted to a casual sphinx position, her red magenta gaze clouded with the contemplation of going off to find her brother. He was so often found roaming for Deidra or hallucinatory plants that he shouldn't be too diffiucult to find.  But the wolf of silver metals and deep smoke was too comfortable at the moment to do much. Maybe later...