Come and play with Soran! 
It was early afternoon, the sun was still hanging high in the sky, the bright orb beginning it's lazy descent back to the horizon, hiding behind clouds here and there as they drifted past. The clouds were fluffy and white, but there were a few flatter, much darker clouds hanging over the horizon from the west, suggesting that there might be rain later into the evening. Here and there birds twittered and called to one another from the boughs of tall trees; the gnarled branches providing support for the little creatures that hopped about from bough to bough, chirping loudly and cheerfully. The leaves were beginning to fade in colour now, a sure sign that Autumn was not far away now, the once bright and vivid greens beginning to turn at the edges, changing to vibrant oranges and reds. They fluttered in the breeze, most still having enough of a hold on the branches not to fall, but a few broke free and fluttered to the ground, these were faster developers it seemed, they were already the bright oranges and yellows of the Autumnal season. Here and there the last flowers of the Summer were wafting in the breeze, soon the Summer blooms would die, giving way to those blossoms which appeared in Autumn, which would, in turn give way to nothingness as Winter closed an icy grasp across the lands. But for now the day was warm and the few last flowers were standing brightly and proudly in the sunlight. A few small aminals peered out from their hiding places, venturing between the patches of longer grass, skirting away from the dark figure that was sat in the centre of this clearing in the trees. Soran had been sat there since the dawn, having risen early from her bed, something which was not unusual for her, the recent events, the attack on her home, had made her edgy and nervous, so she had gone patrolling the borders for an hour or so, before moving into the lands again and setting about tasks that needed to be completed. For a large part of the morning she had sat and sharpened her hunting blade, it had proven itself as a good throwing weapon and she wanted to to be wickedly sharp if there was another attack, this way she could help to defend her home and her pack.
Once she was satisfied that the blade was sharp enough, having tested it on a passin rabbit, she had cleaned it and put it away, setting about making the rabbit into lunch, soon she had several strips of meat and a small fire, she hung the strips of meat over the fire, not really to cook them, more to dry them, she had gained a fancy for dried meat when she had been on her travels, especially as it kept better than fresh meat; there was no risk of rotting or food poisoning with dried meat, well far less risk. The sable lady ate the rest of the meat raw, making short work of the rest of the carcass, she carefully cleaned the fur and placed it into the canvas satchel which was never far from her side, being sure that the fur would no doubt prove useful at some point or another. The rest of the carcass she tossed onto the fire, for a while she simply sat and watched the flickering flames, she was a rather impressive sight sat there, her long legs crossed beneath her, her curled sable mane with what was slowly becoming a silver streak near her temple, tied in a thick braid, held together with a thin strip of leather. Her necklaces and earrings glinted in the light as she moved her head fractionally here and there, her jade eyes never left the fire. Soon though she tired of this and reached into her canvas satchel, deft fingers rummaged for only a moment before they closed upon what they were looking for, the silver tubes that, once connected, made up her flute. The jet female carefully slotted the pieces together, before raising the instrument to her lips, playing a soft tune as she waited for her meat to smoke and dry out satisfactorily. She felt safe here, despite what had happened, she felt at peace here, she had her family nearby, she had her pack, her home, she enjoyed it here, despite her troubles. And as she had shown by sitting and sharpening the knife, she would fight to protect her home and her loved ones.
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