She was good and lost now, the girl had at some point built up the confidence to leave what little family she had left behind and venture out into the world… bad move or at least as far as she was concerned. Time had slipped away from her and but she had somehow managed to survive on her own. She was unaware of the blooming that had taken place, not so much in who she was but how she looked. She moved with a grace her awkward yearling limbs hadn’t allowed. Though still tiny it now all seemed to fit together in a neat delicate package.
She was right now, hopping from root to root. Allowing slender branches to brush harmlessly across her form as she played among the willows; she would lose if her paws got wet. It felt like a life time ago she had played like this.
