a moment of zen

Corbie was taking a rare moment to just relax. No work, no patrol, no trading, she simply lay back on a wool blanket in the orchard and simply... was. Bees droned quietly as they went about their business in the flowers that would become the various fruits that gave the orchard its name, collecting the ingredients that would be the honey that provided the other half of their trade goods. Songbirds sang their territorial songs. Squirrels chittered and chased each other through the branches of the trees, feeling safe in the knowledge that wolves were largely stuck on the ground even if she'd been inclined for a hunt. Corbie let her head fall back against the blanket. Her eyes closed. She drowsed there, halfway between sleep and wakefulness, just letting her mind and body and soul rest.