windswept tiger lilies

This was a strange place indeed, but not quite as outlandish as the alabastrine shrine she'd once paid a visit to. The grass had swallowed her up instantly, the light dimmer amid the tall stalks. Every now and again the petite lass would rear up to peer out where it was thinner, trying to get an idea of where she was. However, in a sea of tall grasses almost everything looked the same. No matter, sometimes getting lost led to the greatest adventures! Her creamy paws touched the ground quietly, gracefully, as she scanned the area past her snout for anything she might bump into. The only things she could see were right in front of her here, but it never hurt to try and be cautious. Twilight optics were alight with curiosity and glee as she wandered, probably travelling in endless circles in her pursuit of adventure. Not that she cared, she would do this for days with only the hope of finding something new.
The one thing that had drawn her was the odd scent wafting from this landscape, she had never smelled it before. It was similar to the little bobcats she'd caught glimpses of back home, but it was muskier, tangier. It sent shivers of fear and anticipation down her spine. She wanted to know what could have produced such a scent, that made her feel like she should run away. Curiosity killed the cat, and that would probably be how she died one day. Her gold dipped banner swung jovially at her hocks, her gait cheery like she hadn't a care in the world. It was always like that, her perpetually cheery demeanor the only thing that kept her from giving up when things got tough.
A quiet tune swirled through the air around her, a gentle humming of a song without real rhythm to add to the mystery of the adventure and the quietness of the moment. Every now and again birds would chitter, but as she drew nearer they fell quiet. Too bad, their pretty music always livened up a day of exploring. Her sun kissed frame meandered across the soft terrain quietly, her step almost doe like as she moved. Golden audits would remain perked, eager to catch a sound that might lead her towards her quarry, or off in another direction. Her ebony sensor remained trained on the smell, but it was growing fainter. How could that be? No matter, she'd pick it up somewhere. Once more she would lift up onto her hind legs and try to look over the much taller grasses for a landmark that did not exist. Sometimes being tiny was a disadvantage, but it didn't bother her all too much anymore.