The sun painted the morning sky in hues of orange and pink as Royce stepped out onto the balcony of her little apartment space. The fresh forest mountain air filled her lungs, a huge contrast to the comparatively stale, confined atmosphere of the pack’s estate. She leaned against the cool metal railing, lost in thought about her conversation with Nabila.
A rustle of bushes below caught Royce’s attention. Intrigued, she peered down and saw small grayish-brown and white creature darting through the undergrowth. It was a squirrel, it’s bushy multi-colored tail, flitting playfully as it scampered up a nearby tree. This caused a smile to tug at Royce’s lips. There was always something about the joy of catching little glimpses of nature like this that brought a sense of peace for the Disperser
