When they had drawn closer to the Sacred Grove, her pace had slowed and her gaze wandered more freely. The beauty of the place enthralled her and she marveled at the power she felt from the ground. It was almost as though she was walking through a dream. It would be rare indeed to find another forest that had such vibrant greens and healthy life. The tall, thick oaks with heavy boughs of green leaves whushed softly against one another in a pleasant, whispering song. Vines and moss climbed the bark and gave home to insects, birds, snakes, and squirrels. She craned her head back to try and catch a sight of the sky and occasionally she glimpsed pale blue when the wind ruffled branches out of the way. Her spirit felt soothed and blessed to be in such a rich territory.
Occasionally she fell behind Indru to drop the hare and delicately sniff at a marking on a trunk or bush and wonder who it belonged to. It was a strong border and she was certain that they would run across another quickly. Sacred Grove was well declared their territory and she felt comfortable adding markings of her own. She would pick up her hare and lope forward until she caught up with Indru, unable to be of any use when it came to conversation because of the fat animal filling her mouth, but she felt a comfortable companionship and happiness regardless.