Sunlight spills through the trees in uneven bands, warming patches of moss and dry leaf litter. Helia steps carefully over a fallen branch, her white-tipped paws sinking slightly into soft earth before lifting again. Her golden fur catches the light with each movement, especially along her shoulders and back.She slows near a cluster of ferns and briefly looks around—left, right, then deeper into the brush beyond a leaning birch. After a moment, she continues forward, choosing a narrow path where the undergrowth parts easily. Her ears flick toward a distant birdcall, then settle again.A few steps later, she stops near a moss-covered stone and shifts her weight, scanning the tree line more deliberately this time. After a short pause, she moves on, slipping between two trunks where the forest opens into a quieter stretch, the ground softer and more shaded beneath thick branches.