I'll Keep A Bedpan Lit For You

Mæva settled at the edge of the frozen lake, near the hole she'd managed to create with her companions help and a metal stick from an old human dwelling. On long strands of sinew she'd tied a small piece of rancid meat and waited patiently for a fish to bite. Her lemur companion insisted this would work but she was rather doubtful considering the lemur had rarely ever seen snow. Still, she was game to try. She laid out a deer hide and settled down to wait and just enjoy the quiet stillness of winter. A soft, thin layer of snow covered everything around her but she could still see hints of color here and there. From the warm browns of the cat tails to the cool green of grass bent over by the weight of snow.