the pointy end

Satire wanted to go out and explore but it was just so cold outside. She constantly had to weigh her options between going out and suffer from the chilling wins that shook her to the bone or stay inside the den bored out of her mind. She was not a fan of either option, if she were completely honest. She was pacing around the den which sheltered her a bit from the winter weather that was still clinging to the outside world, her nose twitching as she shifted restlessly. Why couldn’t it be warmer? Winter was supposed to be over by now wasn’t it? That was what she had heard at least, anyway. She was definitely a child who preferred warmth to cold.

She had resorted to gnawing at a stick between her paws, antsy and ready to do something. She debated hunting down a sibling, because maybe the cold wouldn’t seem so bad if she at least had some company to brave the weather with her, but even then the daunting grey skies that had devoured the sun didn’t seem as appealing as just gnawing on the stick in front of her. Stupid, stupid cold. At least the rapids were still rushing. When she had been out earlier in the day, a nearby stream had been completely frozen through when it hadn’t been just a few days before! She was restless, and honestly she just wanted something to do.

She was just so bored. Ugh.