Dew Turns to Frost

Her feet sunk slightly into the soft earth beneath her. The air was loosing its reminisce of warmer seasons, and where a warm earthy smell once wafted beneath her nose, the chill of winter was nearing. Night would soon break into morning, but the albino found herself awake regardless. She was a nocturnal creature, yet there were some days that she found herself venturing out for no more than an hour or so. Her body craved sunlight, and rejected it all of the same. She was sensitive to light and her skin would quickly grow heated beneath the sun, and so she had learned long ago that she should spend her time beneath the light of the moon.


There were birds faintly heard in the trees and underbrush here. Yet it was quiet tonight - winter was nearing, the warm months were over, soon she would be seeing snow in more than just the northern territories. Her breath was starting to fog the air at night, and where dew would cover the ground first thing in the morning, it was more likely to see frost.


The albino continued her silent trek over the marshy terrain, her magenta eyes looking for any sort of movement. At that moment she was on the hunt, searching for what could very well be her next meal. There should be plenty of large rodents living here, she only needed to take the time to find them.


Time that she didn't necessarily have with the sun slowly rising above her head.