Making It Permanent
08-27-2013, 12:05 AM
It was time she made a proper den. The white ghost set out around the outer edges of the territory searching for just the right place. She prefered her time closer to the borders but knew that was not ideal. She knew that if she did that she would only be forced to move more inland. Thus she woke at dawn to make this search. She would slowly move inland, keeping the mid day sun at her back. She loved the warmth of the sun shining down on her. It was not till the sun had pasted its peak that she found a small mound with pine tree next to it. She circled it multipule times before smiling with her choice. Now came the hard part. With a grunt she started to dig, slowly breaking through the frozen ground. Now would be the only time to make dens. It was the warmest it would get all year, meaning the soil was less frozen. Even so it was not an easy task. Body began to tire and she was not even half way done. With a huff she backed out. Her normally prestine white fur was now coated in dirt. She grumbled and flopped down. How did wolves who usually lived here do this all the time? Speech Thought Others |
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