Finding what is lost

Morning came like a cold breath against her leg. She brought her appendage closer to the warmth of her body and realized she was being cradled securely between his arms. His head laid protectively over her. If she didn't feel a cramp brewing in her arm she would have liked to remain in his grasp for longer. But alas, she stretched her arms out into the cold den. Reaching for a covered sky in the old abandoned den. No doubt rousing him from his slumber against her.

The sun was peaking gloriously through the trees and revealing newly fallen snow glittering across the landscape. She loved the ways the colors glittered and glimmered and reflected the sunrise off the pale blue drifts.

If she was not already voraciously hungry she would have tucked her paws back onto her chest and waited for him to gently wake. Instead, she gently kissed his head before clambering out of his grasp to grab at the morsels. The excitement to continue their journey grew with her hunger.

"Speech"