All good things come to an end

She trotted through the grasses a little further, back to the camp she had set up for herself to get through the night. There was a little banked fire, and a single fox coat that she had curled up on for the night. It was on the fox coat she settled as she placed the rabbit in front of her and got to work separating the meat from the skin. She’d enjoy the meal, but she also wanted to make good use of the coat. Waste not want not her father always said, right?

She was bending over her kill, using her teeth and claws to part it asa carefully as she could when she thought she heard movement. She looked up, tilting her head lightly to the side. Bright orange eyes looking out into the morning world. What she had heard could have been anything moving around, critters in the undergrowth, or, just maybe, a wolf! Her eyes lit up at the thought and tentatively she called out. “Hello? Is someone out there? You're welcome to share my fire… what’s left of it.” She added, lightness in her voice.


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