Jar of hearts
08-28-2013, 09:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-28-2013, 09:24 PM by Narsha.)
It felt to the Vixen that she had paced this place hundreds of times. The grass beyond the yawning opening flattened, doomed to never grow as tall or strong again. The den was her own, near enough to the center of the pack grounds she would most likely not sleep through a call but far enough away she wasn?t often bothered by her pack mates. The mouth of her den was only a few paw steps from a pine, the den itself leading up into its hollowed out trunk. It had seemed a good place to begin with, novel even but now she was beginning to grow restless. Summer was drawing to a close and she seemed to be getting more and more agitated with every day that passed, she could hardly imagine how she would feel when fall hit. Sighing and shaking her head she set once more to pacing back and forth in front of her den. Speech Thought Others Thank you Shelby!
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