La Belle Fleur Sauvage

A rather large brown body was curled up under a tree, head resting on its paws. The beast hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, having traveled all night. Koloskivi was on the hunt for a place to bunker down at but had yet to find the right spot, that is if he really wanted to settle in one spot. He wasn’t all the up to finding a place to temporarily stay because in all honesty, he was too lazy to find one at the moment. For most of his life Koloskivi had been alone, except for the time he had lived in a giant hollowed out log but that was a story for another time, and thus he had never really seen the point of finding a permanent home with others. Though the beast grew lonely, missing the comfort of being around others and so if he found someone he could be friends with he wouldn’t be too upset over it. He stood up, stretching. It was quickly becoming a frigid night as the sun crept lower and lower. The young beast picked his way down the mountain, the forest around him growing thicker and more varied as he went. Strong legs and wide paws having little difficult with the drifts of snow. It was fresh and still soft enough to wade through without much difficult. Koloskivi hardly blended into the snowy landscape in his strong brown coat acting as a sore thumb. Koloskivi's breath gushed past his black lips in white curls of mist.

This hadn’t been so bad, not yet anyway.