12-27-2016, 01:07 AM
Pandorica's black pelt contrasted with the orange and pink hues of the early morning sunrise. Her back still wet with the dew, she clambered up from her sleeping position and walked deeper into the forest, the cool of the night still clinging in the air. Birds were up, tweeting their melodious chain. As she wandered, her lobes sensed the beating of another.
Her head swiveled, orbes scanning the trees. Her breaths slowing, quieting so she could hear better. There. Pan located the movement.
Pan turned fully around. "Hello, fine morning isn't it?" she said, restraining the urge to give him the warning to not startle her and to not tell anyone else he had.
Her head swiveled, orbes scanning the trees. Her breaths slowing, quieting so she could hear better. There. Pan located the movement.
Pan turned fully around. "Hello, fine morning isn't it?" she said, restraining the urge to give him the warning to not startle her and to not tell anyone else he had.