Light in the Dark

The woman could sense the dread and sorrow that filled this place. Everything about it seemed to be dank and lifeless. There were a few rabbits in it, but nothing of full abundance like a harem of deer or elk could be seen in the terrain. Her paws crunched against the bed of many dead leaves that filled the landscape. Their brown and red colors along with some gold made a little bit of color, but not enough to fill the blackness that inhabited it.

She was leaving her original home and was going on adventures, but this place made her feel gloomy and depressed. Everything about it, to her, seemed dead.

She lied down beside a dead tree that had fallen and made a nice den and she closed her eyes. Her emerald orbs being hidden from her ebony colored lids. Her dark pelt seemed like she could be perfect here, but she wished for light. She twitched her ears sometimes to see if she could catch any sounds, but all she could hear were crows cawing off in the distance, and the wind that whistled past her, picking up dead leaves along the way.