Birdsong drifted through the air.
Plumeria blinked awake from whatever half‑dream she’d been floating in, her limbs humming with that travelled-too-far ache - especially in her hind legs.
Had she really wandered this far? And on her own?
Hard to say.
She lifted her head, taking in the drooping vines above her - looked like a willow, old and weathered, its bark split from winter’s first sharp breath.
Winter.
She knew that season well. Too well.
With a slow yawn, jaws stretching wide, she shifted her weight but stayed belly‑down against the cold earth for a moment longer. Then - there it was. A scent.
Timber. Freshly felled.
Male.
Plumeria rose, shaking out her coat, stretching each limb until they felt like her own again.
Curiosity tugged at her, warm and familiar.
So she followed the scent, steady and sure, trusting the path even if she didn’t yet know where it led.
That was simply her way.
Radovan
Plumeria blinked awake from whatever half‑dream she’d been floating in, her limbs humming with that travelled-too-far ache - especially in her hind legs.
Had she really wandered this far? And on her own?
Hard to say.
She lifted her head, taking in the drooping vines above her - looked like a willow, old and weathered, its bark split from winter’s first sharp breath.
Winter.
She knew that season well. Too well.
With a slow yawn, jaws stretching wide, she shifted her weight but stayed belly‑down against the cold earth for a moment longer. Then - there it was. A scent.
Timber. Freshly felled.
Male.
Plumeria rose, shaking out her coat, stretching each limb until they felt like her own again.
Curiosity tugged at her, warm and familiar.
So she followed the scent, steady and sure, trusting the path even if she didn’t yet know where it led.
That was simply her way.
Radovan