a mile a minute, everything's a blur

Sleep drew faster than she expected. A light slumber that allowed her body to rest and regenerate for the rest of her journey that lay ahead. It isn't until night falls that she begins to stir. Paws heavy on the ground, forcing the dirt beneath her to tremble slightly and one of her eyes to peek open. Ahead, in the shadows, she spies a male not much older than herself heading her way. He doesn't appear aggressive, more curious than anything for now.

When he moves closer, the stark scent rolling off his body hitting her nose, Bramble shifts slightly. Putting herself into a more defensive position, she stays still, pretends to sleep until his muzzle lowers near her's. Quickly, she flashes her teeth, lips raising until her muzzle crinkles and a low growl emanates from her chest. "To kill when one is not hungry is greedy," Bramble hisses back through clenched teeth.

During the day, one would see Bramble as airy, uplifted, charming, and warm. But out here? Alone? With no one but herself to protect her? She was more than willing to do what was needed to keep herself safe.