The Sunspire Nothing but everything

she sat, rear limb flicking up toward her ear to scratch a certain sweet spot at its base, gaze narrowing contentedly. standing, she shook out her pelt (dislodging a small flurry of dried mud from her limbs and twigs from her pelt) and settled back into an easy trot towards the borders. 

she had little idea why she had sprung upon the idea to try her luck here, other than that it felt right and she'd decided gut instinct was a good way to make decisions. it took only a few moments of moving parallel to the edges of the pack before movement caught her eye. "hey!" she stopped still, waiting for the shape to reveal itself (hopefully)