Close Your Eyes

*Azalea* · 12-04-2013, 07:48 PM

The pale coated gal lay under the light of the nearly full Winter moon. Her paws were tinted and the snow around her was strewn with dirt. She had terrible timing for den digging but the young miss could no longer fight the urge. Her bulging sides were proof enough that very soon she would be mother.

Winter nights were always quiet and Azalea had fallen asleep quickly in the midst of her work, worn out from all the digging. The job was only half done, she had meant to complete it. Back legs kicked as she adjusted herself to be more comfortable her upward facing side rippling with the movement of life within.

This little hill covered in a thicket of trees and with the tiniest sliver of a creek, it would be her home now. Her home within her home, rather.

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