There is an excitement within her lean chest as she awakens with a slant of light cutting through the canopy and caressing her marked face. The thing about spring was that life was birthed not only by the creatures of the land but by the spirits and the foliage and she had decided that today she would explore outside the ranges of Spirane for different types of berries. She had no qualms about hunting but Sorcha did have a certain taste for ripe berries. She blinks against the bright warmth of the sun and rises with an ingrained elegance, each movement at peace with the world around her. The brush of legs against the wings of grasshoppers sings a tune in her ears and whispers enticements to her. Come Sorcha, come explore with us! So she follows.
The crags seemed like a likely place to find berry bushes for the runoff water often took paths from the upper falls and gave plenty of room and nourishment for the bushes to grow so she began there. Each slim leg took her across the rocky ledges with ease. The light caressed her cream fur which had lightened considerably with the shedding of winter and fresh growth.
Hunter green eyes sparkle with a sudden glint as she catches sight of a bush ripe with blueberries, pink tongue caressing her lips as she practically dances to them and with careful movements picks it off the bush to roll onto her tongue. She is almost reverent in her snack for her ears fold back and eyes close as she carefully squeezes until the berry pops and taste floods her mouth and down her throat.
How glorious it was to enjoy such a day of life with the twinkle of melody from the birds above and the complete sense of security that she felt. She ate berries until her belly aches with the sweetness and then moved to lay upon a sunbathed rock, stretching her head across her paws with a soft smile and closing her eyes in a lazy half-slumber. It was during this slumber that misfortune would fall for a grizzly bear moved with slow dedication towards the berries that she had just consumed, lips lifting and turning in strange movements as it tastes the air around and hones onto the scent that still coats her lips faintly.
The world buzzes beneath her in her slumber, her sixth sense attuned to finely to it that she notes the way it begins to fall into an eerie silence. She is sleepy as she raises her head, blinking in the sunlight until a shadow is cast over her eyes. Up, up, up she looks as the giant beast stands up tall before her with a roar poised on it's massive jaw and in the background two cubs move towards the bush. It is ready to fall down and crush her and the moment the roar leaves it's lips she is up on her feet with wide eyes, darting out from underneath it but not before one large paw catches and throws her easily to the side.
Her hip lands on a rock and she yelps, the pain only bruising but fierce in the first moments. Sorcha is not a weak willed woman; she does not faint in terror, merely scrambles up to see the big beast loping at her with intent in its beady eyes. Ears flatten and she darts to the side at just the right time, though her leg twinges in dull pain at the movement, and the grizzly spins with spittle flying as it tries to reach out a paw and catch her, its claws raking across end of her tail with purpose.
BARD OF SPIRANE - EIGHT - NO MATE & SOUL