Beatrice

With small, quick steps that clack lightly on the cobblestones, Beatrice makes her way from here to there.

She supposed it would be faster to fly, but then she have to come out from her warm bundled-up clothing. 

Besides, some may like the panoramic views above the treetops but ever since she went for her first stroll, Beatrice realized all the fine details she was missing: the smell and texture of the moss beneath her claws; how dew droplets look like sprinkles of diamond dust on the leaves (not just one bit shimmering surface); how huge the trees look reaching up toward the sky, stretching from its massive trunk to a blur of a green ceiling.