Arabella rolled her paw over the river rocks, breathing in deeply the scent of lavender and focusing on the gentle breeze on her fur, and the sounds of birds and leaves and distant calls of caribou and other tokotas. She made a point of going somewhere to meditate at least once a week, to restore her mental abilities and strength and to connect herself to nature and the spirits. Today was an especially nice day for relaxation by the creek. The air was warm with a slight breeze, the sun was out but not glaring down, and everything smelled like fresh flowers and morning. Sometimes she would invite Oswald, her stoat companion, to join her, but g