White Line Fever
12-15-2016, 02:01 PM
She was getting the hang of this early morning routine thing. It was snowing lightly outside when her eyes finally opened and she blinked slowly to rid herself of the groggy feeling. A quiet yawn slipped past her jowls before she closed them silently before glancing at her sleeping kids. They had already grown so much. It was hard to imagine that they'd be ready to leave the den for the first time any day now. By that point they would be ready to begin moving around. Of course it meant she'd have to be more watchful of them, but it also meant they'd be able to move to a new territory as well. Had it been a warmer month she never would have decided to stay here. She hated the estuary and its loud raucous birds that often inhabited the place when it wasn't freezing outside. She was certainly looking forward to moving towards a place with better prey. The rabbits were scrawny and nature hadn't quite been given time to recover since the drought that had hit them in the summer. She doubted the place she'd chosen would be much better, but they showed more promise than this place. She stretched as quietly as she could before slipping past the children. They were all sprawled out in a heap which made stepping around them a hassle. It was like they formed one giant puppy mass that squirmed and snored. Finally she escaped to the outside and took in a giant breath of crisp cold air before heading away from the den. It was grey outside, it typically was nowadays, so it was hard to judge how early in the morning it was. Snow blanketed the ground on the less slushy parts of the ground and ice covered the smaller waterways. It was a beautiful morning really - quiet and serene. A perfect time for a walk before she had to go back and feed the little leeches. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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