every time you stargaze; Siberian

[Anastazja]

dreamer, every time you stargaze the whole world is lying at your feet

Her father had left her to her own devices, much to her delight. The small tiger cub found that she could fit through small gaps that her father never could. The native animals of Taiga didn’t seem to mind her as much, either, there was no weird, hushed silence wherever she went… Instead, birds chattered to each other readily and she could hear the rustling of small animals, could smell them all around too.
 
She frowned as she picked up a peculiar scent, alien to her nostrils. She had smelt it only a couple of times before, and her father had always directed her away from it but… he wasn’t here to do that this time. Far too curious for her own good, she followed it with relative ease – whatever this animal was, it was not concerned with covering its own tracks. She came across foul-smelling dung, heavy footfalls, bent brush – this animal didn’t care who found it, it would seem. That thought set the small cub’s fur on end, but not enough that she decided to stop tracking the creature.
 
The scent leads her to a large cave, set in a rocky outcrop, and Anastazja hesitates at the mouth of it, her nose filled with that strong scent. This was the creature’s den, clearly, and the cub settled down just outside it to see what would emerge.

Anastazja

@[Siberian]
@[Silverbell]