Far From Home, Far From Alone

The topaz hued fae could hear the sounds of the night before her. Her caramel and white colored coat standing out amongst the green shrubbery and other plants that surrounded the place they call Buffalo Knoll. Her scent of pine and maple filled her senses as she looked around, ears erect for any danger or any other animals she needed to worry about. Her paw pads gently grazed the grass and crushing the grass that happened to get in the way of her paws, the foliage making a swishing sound.

The dame would lie down against a small pool of water that lay before her. Small fish swam around the pool of H2O as the femme licked her chops. Though the fish seemed small, they would be a nice nighttime snack for her.

She dipped her head into the water and gulped down a few of the fish that happened to have gotten trappes in her canines, but she could also hear someone, or something moving close by as her ears stayed erect and she watched for any signs of danger.