Today was a day for running. The summer heat had let up, enough that Tree wouldn't feel like collapsing under the weight of it just from walking. If she got too tired, there was plenty fruit for the picking as a way to rejuvenate herself. She stretched one leg out at a time. Running was the the best expression of freedom. Feeling the wind whip past you till the chatter of insects is drowned out was something she lived for. Her eyes lifted to the sky. It didn't look like it would rain. With that last thought, she launched herself over a log. There was nothing quite like a good run. She wondered briefly if she would meet someone on her unplanned route. Mostly she just followed the patterns of the swamp, there was always a path for those that paid attention to the tempo of it all.
SilverShieldwolf
All set!
