Woha'li dragged the claws of one broad forepaw roughly across a rock, wincing at the noise it made. Flexing her toes, she stretched luxuriously, kneading her claws down into the loose, dusty soil. It was a surprisingly cool afternoon, a welcome respite from the hot weather of the last few days.
Eyes bright, she paced along the river bank before stopping, looking nostalgic for a moment before grinning and batting playfully at a small fish that darted through the shallows, a game she hadn't indulged in since she was a cub.
Uta