It was another one of those slow days, days when there was nobody around and nothing to do.
As a sentient animal who had the mind and soul of a human, it was hard for the red panda to feel at home in the wild, where she "belonged." Being able to speak, think and feel like an intelligent, grown human made it difficult for her to find her place in this wild area, where the animals were also sentient, but not to her level. As she had been raised by a group of humans since her early days, it was near impossible for her to adapt to a wild lifestyle. Animalistic rituals and mentalities were alien to her, so it wasn't uncommon for her to wander into another animal's territory without realizing it, for example.
She sat down besides a large tree, the leaves so thick and numerous that they covered the sun, just dappling the ground lightly with sunlight. It was the perfect mood to take a nice nap, and just looking up at the leaves above was enough to make her feel drowsy. The little sunlight spots moved slightly along the leaves as they wiggled in the breeze, and it felt like a sweet melody to her ears; just the soft breeze and the leaves whistling along with it.
She flopped on the grass slowly, letting herself drop until her belly was entirely flattened on the ground. Her light brown eyes weren't quite closed, but it became increasingly difficult to keep them opened.