Paloma, as is her usual lonely afternoon activity, frolics through the woods. Being in the forest makes her feel alive, reminds her of the time before Papa found her, or rather, before she found Papa. When she was her own person, did whatever she wished, and had no cares about anything.
This isn't to say that she doesn't appreciate Papa, and having him around. Just that sometimes she missed being totally free of responsibility.
Her wings twitch restlessly as she examines an aggressive-looking toadstool on the forest floor.