Mirussa was deep in one of her many meditative sessions. She sat in a relaxed state, with her back straight, tail curled around her form and eyes gently closed. Spiritualism was deeply tied into nature- so she had to connect with nature. Understand it. She could feel the cold air of the stubborn winter, but she could also smell the melting snow and dampened soil. The sun beamed through the bare forest canopy and spread a warm dappled light over her body. Being n...
