Pack a bag

The winter forest seemed to be a glittering image of vegitation. Voodoo relished the aun rays shining on her as she lay on a large boulder in a clearing towards the heart of the territory. She should probably hunt but as the warm sun sank her body onto the rock, her body hd other plans today.

Giving a sigh the monarch stretched her limbs pulling her front paws in front of her. Crack. Her shoulder popped making Voodoo slide herself off landing in the grass below. She lay there for a time staring at the sky.