Shyness was something that Naga struggles with on the daily. Even though she is becoming much more confident and stepping out of her shell but she still gets awkward at times. All these trips to the field are coming in handy for that very reason, being pretty much forced to be a good spokesperson pretty much. She tries.
She is beyond happy the warmer weather in the northern lands has finally returned, the snow that once covered the land was now mostly melted away. Flowers and such have begun to pain the countryside with bright color. It was pretty, but of course Naga was partial to the mysterious vine-covered jungle. A panther could really prowl there.
Green eyes scan the hills as usual, she realizes now this is just going to become a very regular activity for as long as she serves her kingdom. Which she assumes is for the rest of her days. She sees small groups, medium, large, singles. Same things, different faces.
What have we here?
She smiles, as her gaze falls on a willowy spotted mare and an obviously VERY aged yet fit bay stallion hidden within the trees. She is disappointed she had not found her first, she always seems to be the second. But, she decides it doesn’t hurt to just try. She lets her sturdy pony-like legs carry her down the slope and down to the sun dappled couple.
The elder stallion, called Texas, introduces himself to the mare, asking her what her intentions are here. So, as usual, Naga falls beside the stallion of whom kept a respectful distance from the woman within the trees. Her voice is soft and deep as usual, she is welcoming. Her relaxed yet diplomatic stance shows she’s no threat. She dips her head to both politely.
Good morning, my name is Naga. Naga of the Amazons. I love your spots. It is a pleasure to meet you, and you too Texas.
She smiles and dips her head again. She waits, she knows what it means to lie within the trees...she too used to keep herself shielded by trees. She was too shy and timid to come out and socialize, she would rather spend her time within the canopies of green, looking down on the world from where no one can see her. Oh the joys of being a panther shifter.
naga
the jungle panther of atrox and shadowmere