After so many years of anticipation the vixen was simply disorientated in this forest, even though it was not the first time her teacup paws touched this soil. It was like being dropped far out into the ocean, only it was not blue, she was submerged in but a million subtle greens. In the sickly sweet aroma and music of the resident animals, the vixen was rendered unable to savour even a second. Each moment passes untreasured until the bronze mistress manages to find a pathway.
Her paws follow the narrow strip of naked earth among the giants of root and leaf. She let her tail touch their skin as she passes, feeling their gentle spirits soothe her own. For this was their world as they stretch toward the light they never see yet sense, and she must do the same... open up her other senses... to sound, to aroma and listen so very carefully to every instinct.
Before long she was rewarded; a sound, pawsteps, in the distance, she was not alone. Auditory system flickered towards the source, towards her right, and her muscles tensed for just one momentum as the bronze mistress realized they were heading in her direction. What has the world prepared for her now? She could not help but wonder. A soon as the stranger got closer his scent traveled to her, inhaling and analyzing it, tracing a source of familiarity but there was not much to go with but young and male. It was when the Golden Goddess say him that a strange shiver went down her spine, her subconscious offering her a signal that she could not recognise.
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