Itami was in a constant state of motion, and this particular day was no exception. She was just leaving a Tribe after spending a few days resting and conversing with the Shamans and the Elder, but now it was time to move on. She needed to be on her own with her thoughts, get back in touch with the world around her without distractions.So she set off in a direction and began to walk, staff clutched in her teeth and feather jewelry rustling slightly in the breeze. She ignored the foxes that hovered near the edge of the Tribe that stared openly at her; she had never met another fox that adorned itself the way she did, so she didn't blame them for their surprise, but she didn't take offense, either. In fact, she would have found it flattering if she cared that much.
Soon the sun was beginning to trend lower in the sky; the shadows of the forest she had found herself in were beginning to grow long and lean. Her belly still full and sated, Itami stopped in the cool shade, set down her spear and closed her eyes to listen to the breeze.
