Catch more flies with honey

The trees loomed threateningly overhead - the afternoon sun cast beamed on the massive redwoods, casting tall shadows down across the forest. Light beamed down between the tree boughs, illuminating bits of pieces of the forest floor where the trees were thinner. Some of the threes here were old, perhaps even hundreds of years old, and time was written in their toughened bark. They reached high to the sky, as though stretching towards the gods themselves. Asvor was entranced by their size, and occasionally she found her gaze lifting to the sky to stare in wonder.

She felt strangely small here, and she reveled quietly in the feeling as she wandered. The girl weaved gracefully between the trees, her pawsteps airy, feeling free as she breathed in the crisp forest air. The scent was enthralling and she was captured in the beauty for her surroundings. Only when an unfamiliar aroma found her nostrils did she snap out of her stupor, gaze sharpening as she looked around her.

It didn't belong to anyone she knew, and she couldn't help but wonder who might be nearby. Without thinking longer than a moment, she would trail after the scent, only coming to a halt when the figure of a younger girl came into view. She was quite lovely, with a silver coat and markings the color of a sunrise that crawled up her limbs. A grin peeled at her lips, eyes brightening as she loped closer to her. "Does your mother know you're out here?" Asvor would ask sweetly as looked the girl over. "There's monsters in this forest, you know. You have to be careful here." Her voice was sing-song and sweet, though her eyes betrayed a hint of seriousness to her words.