Bolt took in another deep lungful of air as she zipped through another clearing, delighted in the feel to the wind through her hair and the blood pumping through her legs. She could sense the simple thoughts and emotions of small animals all around her, could feel their prescense. Bolt rejoiced in the feeling of freedom that she got when she could just run like this, dodging around trees and feeling so connected with the forest that she knew so well; the forest she had grown up in. She ran through the map in her head one last time as she passed a massive, but rather worn-down boulder. Yes, up ahead would be the creek that wasn't quite large enough be called a river where she had spent many of her days. The river bathed in sunlight from noon to sundown. The river with the perfectly sized rocks for sunbathing. Yes, that river.
It took her only a minute or two more to burst through the edge of the trees into the river-creek's clearing. Yes, this was her little secret place, her happy place. A smile lit her face as she made her way down towards the bank. A feeling of nostalgia warmed her features as she leaned in to take a drink of the cool, clean water.
Having finished quenching her thirst, Bolt made her way to one of the rocks, pulling herself up with little effort and laying down on the smooth, already-warm surface. She would lay here all day if could, with the sun beating down and warming her scales, and with nothing to bother her...
(( Alright, so I have slight writer's block at the moment, but I tried! xD; This is for my Bolt and Silver's Spirit only~ ))