Un tainable

It was early morning, and the birds would greet the early waker with peaceful song. A smile would creep upon the face as she'd wiggle free from the close nit family, tip toeing out to inhale the fresh air, there was no need to worry, Guinevere always thought of herself as responsible, its not like a bird would sweep in to attack and eat her all up. Stretching out her slender bodice and a yawn would pass the rosy lips before heading of, hiding only a few meters away from the den, chewing upon a stick. The young Pup was getting fatter by the day- as if being plumped up to be eaten on a sunday dinner. The whispy tail would stick out from behind the tree, giving away her where abouts. The tiara would lift up, the golden orbs sweeping the area before carrying on with her activity.