Sienna
"I am strong, because I've been weak. I am fearless, because I've been afraid. And I am wise because I've been foolish."
The Queen would remain quiet, her neck craned as she picked at the long blades, her lips quivering slightly in order to help her grasp the small pieces better. Grass around the meadows had always been luscious and plentiful, in her opinion a lot better than other areas. Not only did they have a wide variety of grass, the were also able to choose from several different plants, which in her case was a bonus. With nothing too interesting seeming to happen in the herds lands, Sienna had no need in to wake the others, nor really patrol the area for that matter. If something was to happen, she'd be able to see, unless something happened to block her visions that is. As earlier, the only sound was of that of the near by trees swaying in the distance, the slowly rising sun casting an orange glow on to the large, green leaves, and the small stream near by seemed to continuously pass plentiful refreshing water through the large meadows. Pawing at the ground, the dominant Elk would pick her head up, glancing behind her at the resting herd, few members seeming to stray off without a greeting, nor a morning to their dearest Queen. Letting out a soft grunt, a faint smile seemed to form at her rounded mouth as she gave her head a gentle shake. Watching few of the members wonder off, she'd close her eyes "Morning, dears." she'd speak softly, her power of telepathy allowing her to get in to ones mind, a gift which was passed on from her mother dear. Weather she was able to get to them or not wouldn't be guaranteed until she got some sort of a response back. Allowing her rounded ears to remain erect, she'd await the others response.
However, in the meantime, the Queen had set off on a small walk around the meadow. But not a usual one. Pawing at the ground gently, the Elk would soon rear up, gently slamming her hooves on to the ground. Suddenly, the ground would shake gently, before a thick, stair like tree trunk allowed the cow to make her way up and in to the air. Swinging her head to and fro, the graceful creature would quietly and carefully make her way up the stairs, which slowly vanished one the step had served its purpose. Bobbing her head up and down, Sienna would soon come to the top of the so called staircase, now rather high in the air she was able to overlook all of the meadow, and just a small proportion of the further lands. Taking in the new, fresh scents, the dominant would flick out her stumped tail as she slowly trotted across the tree trunk like ground. With each step, a few more inches would be added on, and the bark behind would slowly vanish. With every step, leaves would slowly fall from the beautifully decorated trunks, dropping on to the ground below.