When she woke again, everything looked different. The landscape was as bright as if it were day, yet she could see the moon peeking through the trees. The scents of the forest assailed her nose, yet she could pick out the individual scents of the trees and a rabbit hiding nearby. The sounds of the forest made her realize just how much life was in the trees. She heard the insects chirping, the rustle of the breeze through the trees, and the crunching sound of a nearby deer as it picked its way across the forest floor. The breeze ruffled her fur, and as soon as she realized that, she turned to look at herself.
Her fur glistened in the starlight. She could tell she was the color of the moonlight as it shone down on the land. Her shaggy coat waved as the breeze blew through it, and she real
