It was a beautiful day in Abaven. It truly was. The sun was hot against earth and it baked the land in absolute heat-...but a soft, cool breeze also occupied the land. A perfect day. Clouds rolled across the beautiful blue sky and nearly colored it completely white. Even the sun was partially covered. But Wren doubted it'd be covered long. Half of the woman's body was stuck inside her den, and her head and shoulders were stuck out into the morning air within the Monument Rapids. She was close enough to those rapids to hear the peaceful humming and soft roaring the water caused.
It was relaxing...like music. And the girl would really rather sink back into her den and sleep. But she didn't want to sleep in on a day like this. Time to get out and meet some of the other members of Abaven. Lately, she's only seen Bass. Not that she didn't love to speak with him and see him. It was just that...it was awkward to constantly see Bass and no others. Couldn't she have other friends? Friends that were girls? Eh. Maybe she'd find out if she was good with other girls today.
Finally, her back legs moved her out of the comfortable warmth of her den, her maw allowing a soft moan to leave her inky lips. Almost instantly her small body was enveloped in warmth. But just as she began to grow uncomfortable, that soft breeze she had been relying on wafted past her and danced around her. Perfect. Her upper body moved downward and she stretched her sore joints, jaws splitting into a deep yawn. Ears would flick forward to the rapids, then to the direction of the plains. As always the girl would take in that beautiful noise coming from the water...before setting off.
Her paws carried her along the rapids until she moved over the border of the plains. The nasty, icky aroma of snake filled her nostrils, and stubbornly would she throw her muzzle downward and growl. If any snake were to try and underestimate her...she'd make them sorry. But the thought seemed to ease, for she had approached a large boulder at the center of a patch of tall grass. She moved her way up and stood at the edge, huffing and flopping her rear down. Now it was just a matter a time. Would someone approach her, or would she be stuck here staring off into space? "Speech"
