Daughter of the forest / friend of nature, legacy near forgotten by the world, there reigns a selfless kindness in her heart. Thus when cry for help had echoed through untamed flora, nay prickly bush nor muddy swamp could deny rescue of fallen avian from malicious clutches. There lies balance in nature, ‘tis true — but she was part of the equation.
With coat and mane alike drenched in mixture of leafs and not — yet dried mud she then stands before door of well — known hut at Everfree’s edge. Heartbeat drums away / chest heaves from previous gallop. Star — speckled muzzle shifts one last time to gaze ‘pon injured owl finding rest on cloaked back, sharing dirtied state, while a hoof she lifts to knock ( 1, 2, 3, 4 : hurried / urgent ). // @flutterid









