Her brightly colored fur was ruffled slightly from the zephyr that wove through the sky. It seemed to emit a warm glow as the sun's light glanced off the strands, giving a slightly pink tinge to the air around her. Ashen eyes folded softy at the corners, forming the creases of a faint smile. There was a faint spark within them, like that last glowing ember of fire within a pile of burned out ash, that spoke of warmth and gentleness.
Sakura was standing, peering out from underneath a tree right at the edge of the forest. She could taste the sweet scent of heather on the breeze, drifting in from the plains. It mixed together with the earthy, slightly musty smell that the forest seemed to emanate into a pleasant concoction.
Inhaling deeply, a warm smile spread across her face as she closed her eyes and felt the sun's rays upon her back, raising her head a fraction higher as though to bathe herself in them.
