Lenae was being brave again, scouting the Lowlands for anything of interest. Be it pretty flowers, fancy rocks or even a potential meal she could bring back to the Monadnock. She was only small and not very strong so it wasn't like she could haul an entire deer back. But if she did happen to stumble across anything of interest then she had every intention of taking note of it's location so that she could tell Piety and Wraith about it later.
Ah Piety. Ever since she'd gathered the courage to give her those daises she'd been feeling better, like she had taken a step in the right direction, instead of twenty steps back.It might have been a silly thing to get all worked up about, but it mattered to her. It mattered a whole damn lot, made this land that was still strange to her feel a little less like a hideaway and more like a home.
So on she continued, padding along with a spring in her step. Even before everything had happened she never really had the habit of heading out on her own. She always preferred the company of others, whether it be a pleasant afternoon stroll with her Mother or a race along the ridge with her siblings. It was all good fun, pleasant fond memories that still stung whenever she thought of them. But the pain was okay, it was worth it in the end. She would much rather endure the deep ache than risk losing them to the sands of time.
It was all she had left of her family and home, and she would fight to keep it fresh in her mind.
The tundra-as beautiful as it was, in it's own way- had the habit of feeling a little samey. There was only so much grass and rocks she could look at before her mind began to wander. Or at least that was the case till her gaze narrowed in on a spot of pink in the distance. Oh, what was that? She had to go see, her burning curiosity wouldn't allow her to rest idle!
Kicking off into a sprint, Lenae grinned as she felt the wind caress her sides, like a lover's gentle touch. And it felt good. To be free, to run where she pleased but still have somewhere safe to return to. None of that uncertainty, no need to worry where she would rest her head at night.
As she sped along, the blur of pink transitioned into a flower patch, with dozens if not hundreds of petals. She slowed to a trot and then a walk, so she could bend down to sniff the flowers. And oh did they smell good!
She ambled along, head down, tail wiggling and she sniffed and snuffed. Nothing or no one could ruin this day, even if they tried.