Tranquility is Just a Word

The thicket was matted with different branches and plants around the forest. The large amount of forest was something that she grew up with the most, burrs dangled from her pelt as some stuck onto her skin, causing some pain to her back, sides, and belly. Her pads dug onto the earth as her claws caused the fallen branches and leaves to crunch and or split apart from the amount of force that was exhilarated on them. The femme's ruby colored optics scanned the perimeter for anything that she would need to be aware of. When nothing presented itself, she yawned and walked into a makeshift den that had been made from fallen leaves and branches. The soft sound of wind and leaves rustling echoed in the dame's lobes, which soon caused her to placed her crown on her forepaws and look around. Tranquility was the word that came over her. Songbirds were singing as the sound of their wings fluttering and other sounds of nature was always something that made the femme smile. She turned her head around and she soon closed her eyes to rest them as nature continued to echo it's song.