When no one else moved, she did. Small paws eased through the low crowd to follow behind the mud colored feline. Keeping a decent and respectable distance between the two. She would not wait on the others nor her brother to do what was necessary. The rules were simple. Direction spoke clearly as to what the woman wished for them to do.
Cressida copied every step. Shoulders rolled to ease away whatever tension lie there. Steps silent against the spring earth. With the snow gone, this task was far easier as there wasn’t much debris on the ground. Ears shifted with the winds course. Eyes sharp, keen to the surrounding area. Nose scented the terrain as they walked. The trail leading them forward. Weaving through the forest at a calculated pace. She didn’t care who was behind, beside or in front. Only to prove herself.
