Hanmel had gathered a ton of seashells. Each one larger or smaller than the next. The winter's breeze nipping at her wet fur sent a shiver over her skin. Her winters coat not yet coming to full bloom in need to keep her warm from the frosty weather. A few more days and she'd be okay. However, for now she dealt with it. Reminding herself to get an animal's fur to handle most of the cold chills.
Another added to the rest, she took a breath and smiled. Enough to finish the decoration of her den. A few rabbit furs to line the bottom and she would be utterly content. Body stretching as she found a leaf to cover her collection. Maneuvering the vine she held to tie it down for the journey back home. An ear turned to the sound of dragging. It wasn't she who was moving. And, when Mel lifted her head, she found herself staring at a yearling. His stance and scent all screaming Armada. The look on his face, an expression she'd seen many times, gazed back at her. "Are... are you okay? You look like you've seen the dead or something."