hop-timist

Mochi wasn't sure how to process her mother's absence. Keeping mostly to herself as it was, it wasn't a huge change for her siblings to struggle to track her down. Now she found herself driven into the open, small critters and insects seeking warmth from their frozen surrounds among the pelts that lined her den.

The girl scowled as she dragged the bedding out to throw over the makeshift frame. Usually it would be used for tanning hides, but now she used it to air the furs, while she beat at them with a length of bamboo to chase the little invaders off. Her owl and fox were having a field day with the easy pickings, while the yearling paused to try and scratch some of the bugs from her own fur. Perhaps she would need to seek a remedy from Fuji, if the bracing cold wasn't going to be enough to freeze them off.

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