The wind was blowing hard, she could feel it in the tree and in her fur. It was whipping up what ever its invisible hands could grab, and taking it to some unknown place. Yet her eyes were closed, and a smile lightly placed on her face. She could hear it, even if it was very light, she could hear it. The wind. It was beautiful, like a lullaby her mother once sang to her while she was sleeping with her sisters and brothers. It had been such a long time ago, before the sound of gunshots deafened her ears, causing so many problems to her and her family.
Emerald eyes opened wide, shocked as she remembered that horrible day. Poachers. They killed her father and two of her sisters. Drug them off somewhere. Somewhere... Mehta opened her mouth, a soft whimpering yowl escaped as her nightmare played in her head. When would it be time for forget and live past it? When? Her eyes stared toward the ground, the grass was whipping around like the seas waves. It was beautiful, but scary as well. What was hiding in that sea of grass?
Shifting her weight on the branch she scanned the area, forever watching for the animal that took the life of her family members. Forever afraid of what they might do to her. She would never leave this place, not until her family came back.
"Mashabu."
