Up and Over

Fern gully had been a bountiful place for a bite to eat, and every now and then the woman found her paws returning her here. The sloping meadows where hell on her thighs, and the light sprinkling of snow made everything cold and slippery. Perhaps it had been a mistake to come here, if she moved to head South, she would find greener fields, and prey in better numbers.

Picking her way down a particularly sloping hill, she caught sight of a tiny figure ahead of her. The creamy tones of the creature almost blended in with the landscape, but a flash of gold from her eyes gave her away. Pursing her muzzle in thought, the Aracari changed direction, and made her way closer. “Are you lost, little lamb?” she called out

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