tremor

The siren was attracted to raw power for obvious reasons. She always had a lust for natural strength. Her light colored paws carried her along a hill that rumbled with such intensity that the woman would shudder. It was not violent but it was as if the world vibrated subtly. But it was noticeable. The girl inhaled the air as she laid down on the ground. She shut her eyes and embraced the power. Svanerna let her mind roam as she imagined what he family may be doing. Were they dead? Were her sons okay? What about her various nieces and nephews? The female rolled her aching shoulders and fluffed out her tail. Why worry when she was done with them all? The girl could not stand the drama of her family. All that mattered was the Gods that she followed and the pack she resided in. The mother licked her white and red lips in idle. The ground stopped rumbling, as the tremor ceased. Her mind stopped its wandering as she got up and continued on her adventure, which proved to be quite boring thus far.