Picking up the faint trail of a hare, Tali proceeded to track it. This led her to the Grove in which she had been indited into the pack. A warm feeling buzzed through her veins, and she remembered it fondly. The Grove itself seemed to hum with a strange power, which emanated safety. Occasionally the sun would peak through the clouds, warming her back, and heating the ground below her feet. Completely forgetting about the hare, she moved silently through the trees.
The scenery around her was beautiful. Great big trees reached for the sky, and the vegetation that was beginning to bud with the coming of spring littered the soil beneath her feet. Birds called from their nests in the branches, singing endlessly. This place was wonderful. Her pack mates were perfect. How could she ask for any more?