ooc: Dated: T.B.D Halcyon Mountains, located near the Stellarton Mines. Secui form.
With the happenings that resided within the familiar walls of Ichika, a break away from a time was a much appreciated reprieve. Even if it was for a hunt for rarer game than the inhabited lands carried, it was refreshing to again be within the mountain’s embrace without diplomatic purpose in her stride nor worry to quicken her pace. It was a moment to breathe, to encapsulate that moment in time in which she was not part of a pack, but a loner that strode across the lands seeking adventure; to cross the thresholds into the unknown and enrich her mind with their wonders.
In reality, she knew the paths her legs carried her, often resorting to practiced movements than the stumbling steps of virgin paws caressing the rough terrain for the first time. But it was nice to pretend even if it was silly for her to attempt otherwise. She could at least smile as she fancied a dance atop the protruding stones of her ascent. Each bound was careful and measured perfectly. Her rampant heart beat steadily as a metronome, keeping her leaps in time until her heavy paws were flat upon stable ground once more. A gentle smile graced her lips as she was for a moment lost within her surroundings. The gentle chill of the snow beneath her thick umber boots, the relaxing sigh of a winter breeze carrying the promise of spring upon its delicate tendrils. Even the cheerful calls of the hidden birds contributed to the ambience of Nature making the woman feel calm and relaxed for perhaps the first time since returning from the Festival. The tension of her muscles hadn’t been noticed until she felt the sudden weight fall away and her shoulders, tail and all slackened to a comfortable posture and she inhaled deeply the clear air.
More than anything, she needed this even if her true purpose from leaving the lands was no doubt scurrying away as fast as his marten limbs could carry him. Her reason for his hide was forgotten. The matters that were kept to be tended to within Ichika remained there and there only. For once, she was taking a moment for herself, to reflect upon the life she had missed and longed for so deeply. Standing upon the lip of a ledge, her back set toward the treacherous façade of which she scaled, she thought of that very longing that had forced her to sing that night and brought to her the immeasurable treasure she cherished so deeply. She recounted the good in this moment of bliss, those events that made her smile and look on her decision to leave the Nomads as a blessing than a curse. Sighing softly, she slipped further into relaxation, the ease rolling along her form in heavy waves. Such incited pleasure compelled her muzzle to rise and sing of her elation quite proudly. Her melodious tones carried no true message, only a ballad of emotion made audible of relief, of happiness, of content.