Doodads and Thingies

The hard, cold, surface was cold upon her body. Though, her thick fur gave her a little warmth. Her eyes fluttered shut as she began to drift off. She twitched and flicked in the very light sleep. She could still feel the wind and the coldness, but her mind was shutting down. But, she heard something. Pawsteps? The woman's sunny orbs flashed open in an instant and she got up on all fours. She shook out her fur again before she prepared herself. Her mouth hung open and she breathed in the air. A male? The woman seemed to be a bit more attrached to woman lately, but she could not resist a male.

She slithered to the exit of her little den. She poked her head out quick and her yellow orbs caught sight of the male. She gasped and quickly flicked away. She scurried into the cold den once again. Her heart thumped, she did not want him to see her just yet. She then hopped up on one of the ledges (tables) and peered at him through a clear material that she could pass through. She hadn't a clue what is was, it wasn't ice. The woman was horribly confused but the real issue at hand was this male whom poked at her giant den thing. The demon stared at him with a furrow brow. After a few minutes of just staring the demoness hopped to the ground. She laid down and began to crawl. She crawled to the exit and out. She shut her eyes. She thought maybe if she didn't see him he couldn't see her. The woman continued to wobble closer and closer before she shot up. The vixen darted away before she stopped and turned around. The woman slowly padded closer to him and grunted. That is my thingy. Paws off mister.