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Quiet at last; stolen just for a moment. How anyone could sleep so soundly was a mystery yet to be unraveled. But she was fine to remain shrouded wrapped in the warmth of the earth and furs having found a strange content for their company alone.
Her body was not starved for additional warmth, nor did her heart crave it. It was sated in a way with what riches were found in the embrace of nature and the home carved by her determined paws. She had in a sense reverted back to the comfort she found when wandering the lands without destination. Company could be found with the grass and the trees, with the rich earth itself and the brief encounters made through her journey. Each encounter was fleeting, just enough to get by one in terms of interaction, and each night she would make a bed for herself within the bosom of nature and for another night be relaxed and happy.
And she was the same now, content… lost within a dream complying the events of the days into a single unconscious stream of which her mind could contort and skew. The outcome would be different, the future would be of her own design but never would the past she changed. Even her subconscious had accepted it as it was and she felt no reason to disturb that even in dream. She rolled to her side in her sleep, the precious collar that lay beside her slipped from the furs to rest atop her pile of decorative feathers more prized than the damaged barbs and down that were scattered around the den floor. In dream, she hadn’t noticed the shift in its position yet her senses had heard and an ear perked curiously before a lone eye crept open. Blindly it searched the darkness so heavy with sleep then with mild effort relinquished its search and drew closed again. The woman breathed deeply as she forced her senses to dull again and let her fall back asleep.