Thistle And Weeds

Some time would pass as the older female trudged onward to various lands that she had never come across. This place had many trees that stood tall and mighty over her, making her seem minuscule in comparison to them. The trees reminded her a lot of home, perhaps this could be a nice place to unwind and call home for a while? Her cranium shifted to the side at the thought. The trees appeared to have suffered a lot from lightning or age, but, the helped give back to the environment and for all its inhabitants as she heaved a slight sigh, sitting her haunches down to bask in the bits of sunlight that streamed through the leaves. Spring was here, so everything was starting to blossom and show more life, that was always a good sign to see to the autumn colored maiden as her tail swayed freely upon the ground.

Some varmints happened to scatter and find places to hide after she revealed herself, but, the dame didn't really seem to care about their presence. She wasn't suffering from hunger, so there was no need to kill rodents unless she needed to. She at least was taught that unnecessary killing was bad, and that the ones who truly deserved it would need it more than she, but, she stayed where she was and listened to see if she would come across anyone who might like to talk, even if it might be by some random chance. In these lands, anything was possible really.