She may be pretty, but shes at the gangly teenager stage where she doesn’t much care if her mane is brushed or if her tail would make an inviting home for several sparrow families. She likes to be amongst the trees and dense woods where her *cough* more obvious features blend better with the dappled sunshine.

If she stands still really carefully in the right position, she can pretend that not a single soul can see her, even her best friend Imber.