Sing to me.

[skeletal]

The sun was rising up over the mountains as Story laid there, her eyes watching all that was happening around her. Turkeys flew to their roosts for a few hours, while deer traveled a few feet in front of her, some of their young hiding away with their mothers. Some born earlier in spring traveling with their mothers and the herd, but always staying right beside their maternal figure. She couldn't help but smile about this, as she yawned.

The skies where starting to take color as a few single clouds rolled lazily above the lands. Today was bound to be an adventure all on its own. No rain clouds were in sight, a nice clear day. Maybe Story could actually get to know this land that she slept within the night before. For almost a week the she wolf claimed these lands as her own, but they weren't technically hers. It belonged to all the creatures.

Soon the jet vixen flopped over onto her side she watched birds and ducks fly down to the waters she laid close to, to bathe themselves. It was a perfect picture. A lazy early morning, with nothing to do for right now anyway. Its not like Scarlet minded at all. A smile crossed her features as she rose up and trotted towards the edge of the embankment. Her nostrils taking in all the new scents, storing them away for future use. A lot of them she remembered from when she was a young lass.

But now everything was new and different. Everything seemed to actually be looking up for Story, and this made her thank the goddess's and gods of Abhaya. She was glad she came here. She didn't know what to do if she didn't. She shook her dial slightly, and then stretched, her muscles relaxing as she lowered her cranium to the waters letting her rosin lap up some of the liquid. One could not complain about this kind of start to a brand new day. Nor if they did, did they have the right too.

Scents of wolves that traveled threw here were strong. Maybe she would run into one of them? The thought made her chuckle as she lifted her head slightly, letting loose water droplets drip off of her maw back into the water. The sing songs of the robins lifted Storys spirit though, such beautiful tunes and sounds all these creatures made around her. If she was human she was sure to dance, that is if humans could dance.

She padded into the waters, feeling fish swim unknowingly threw her legs and under her belly and tail. As if not fazed by the new creature within their waters. Yes, the waters belonged to the fish. As she padded towards the other side, the deer ignored her. As if scenting she was not hungry. The rabbit she ate that night had given her energy and had filled her some how. Even though it was a small little rabbit. She passed them and looked about for a single moment before venturing threw the lands a little more. Too see where she truly was.