The Thought that Counts

​​Talyssa's golden fur glistened in the midday sun as she called for her group to gather around. Her steel gaze scanned the lush Buffalo Knolls, watching as a herd of buffalo grazed peacefully in the distance. She could almost hear the faint echoes of their brethren's hooves, a reminder of the rich history ingrained into this land.

A determined smile pressed against her lips. "Today," she started, her voice cutting through the tranquil ambiance, "I want to talk about intuition." Her group, a motley mix of individuals each with their own story and purpose, looked on with interest. "Every decision we make," she continued, "is often based on our trust in our own intuition. Sometimes, it guides us to safety and success. Other times... well, we all have our share of regrets." She paused, looking around for comprehension. She lifted her muzzle towards the buffalo roaming the plains, "Look at them. They instinctively know not to venture unto these knolls - though they know not why. It's intuition."

"Talyssa Carpathius"