While her mother had to go on some important errand, Mazikeen was encouraged to explore. Something seemed off about her mother that evening but the black and white filly did not say anything - just watched her head off towards Pangea. The air felt heavy for a brief moment before Mazikeen shrugged it off and shifted into a fox, retaining her white coat and black markings, and padded off into the forest.
Now, though the moon and stars shine bright overhead somewhere, the shadows are thick beneath the summer-green branches in the woods and only get darker the farther fox-Mazikeen goes. She’s abandoned the usual pathways she keeps to as a horse, following the tracks made by countless other hooves as they move through this land. Now she wants to explore all the places she can find in this smaller form, climbing up logs and crawling beneath low-hanging branches.
She’s filled with the bravado of a youngster who has not yet seen any consequences. Not any severe ones, at least. She might be tossed to the ground for a bad decision in a spar with Daye or scolded for worrying her mother after missing a meet-up time, but those have been nothing. Even when she faced off with a wolf, it had ended up being another shifter.
So as she slinks through the shadows, this young fox doesn't feel fear - only excitement about what new adventures might be found this night.
@[Torryn]