Bound by nothing

Sylvia had once again decided to travel beyond the outskirts of the battlefield to find something new and entertaining to fill her day. She had started at the break of dawn, crawling out from her den with the first morning lights scattering across the sky, and she took off. Her sense of adventure collided with her sense of adventure, the two coming together like a perfectly tuned compass. Today she felt the winds directing her to the north once more, back to the forest beyond the barren fields where the trees grew towards the sky and knitted together to form a playground above the ground. She walked through the forest floor with her head tilted towards the sky, occasionally looking down to see where exactly she was going, but her eyes were mapping out the woven branches above, learning the pathways from below. She knew she wanted to do this, because there was a fallen tree a few hundred yards into the forest that would act as a perfect bridge to carry her from the ground to the heavens and Sylvia could simply not wait to find out what it was like up there. 

As she came upon the fallen tree, the woman would glide right up it's trunk, no sense of fear as she stepped confidently across the bark, higher and higher into the canopy above. From there, it was almost as if a highway had been naturally built; critters from the canopies scampered across the branches with ease, crossing into different trees and different direction like a well traveled road. Sylvia grinned at the thought of finally catching one of the pestering squirrels, and doing it on their own turf! She crouched down low onto her branch, eyes moving with each passing prey, until her sights honed in on a particularly plump looking grey squirrel, swaying across the branches with such laziness it was almost too easy. Sylvia would dart out across the branches, leaping from wood to wood and dunking over hanging limps with a ease that looked effortless as if she had been born in the trees. The critters scattered, but the round little squirrel had little time to react before Sylvia was on it, and it's terrified squeals would ripple through the wood as she crunched down on the small snack. Pleased with herself, Sylvia would hop down onto a thick, low hanging branch, where she would happily chew on her new breakfast.