Home is where my paws go

A lone white figure rested atop a hill, clearly visible within all the green around her. Toes spread to feel the grass between them, her claws pocking some of it, feeling well about it. Claws she hoped she would have to use any time soon nor never if she could help it. Times like that time when a wolf attacked her out of the blue, made her feel bad. She knew her kind had a bad reputation, of dangerous and all that came with being a large predator. But she never felt any pleasure with hurting others beside for food. She avoided conflict whenever it was possible. But it seemed violence always found its way towards her, even without her pursuing it.

Her enormous and fluffy head rested atop her forelegs, chin over them. Ears switching, in syntony with the environment. The peace was enbrigating, attractive. She closed her eyes, feeling sleepy with it.

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