Ki ki mao maos

FWUMP! Taiga dropped onto the ground and rolled happily in a pile of red leaves from the trees above. There wasn't much that the giantess needed to be wary of, so her life was fairly carefree. A baritone groan of content left the cat as she stilled. The bed of leaves was comfortable enough to take a nap on. Still sprawled on her back, Taiga tucked giant paws against her chest and closed her ruby eyes.

The sounds of the wood picked back up around her. Birds sang and little creatures skittered here and there, their little claws scraping across the bark of the trees. If Taiga could purr, she would have. Instead, the feline released a long, contented sigh. Her belly was full, the sun filtering down through the trees was warm. What else could a cat want on a day like this?

"Taiga"