Fuzzy Slippers
11-03-2014, 06:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-03-2014, 06:04 PM by Brynhildr.)
while winter was very nearly upon the realm, it had yet to reach this particular piece of it. Bryn sat in the shadow of a tree, grimacing as a cold wind blustered about her. It served well enough as a wind block, considering it's gargantuan size, but still. Winter was a hassle, and dreary for all that she enjoyed a good challenge. I ought to find a better den site, a permanent one, until the season wanes, she mused. In the end she only sighed, and hunched her shoulders against the chill. At the very least the forest was impressive to look at, though she was somewhat concerned. The canopy was swaying in the wind, and the size of the trees which bore them was nothing to scoff at. If one were to fall... well... Best not to think about that. She would prefer to stay out of the weather if at all possible but she was bored with just sitting there. She scuffed her paw and looked about for something that might occupy her. "TALK" THINK "YOU" |
