It was dark here, which was totally fine. The yearling lass was sprawled out in the dark, staring at a little circle of light formed by a hole in the ceiling of the caves. Dust motes and bugs danced in that little spot of light, and looked hella cool while they did. It was so strange, watching them disappear into the shadows and reappear in completely different spots. Of course, being high made it even easier to find these things amusing. With her limbs sprawled out on all sides, her belly was cooled by the frigid stone beneath her. The south was pretty hot right now, and she really liked it. All the birds had migrated here too, which made hunting pretty easy. Just find a river or a pond, or whatever, and snatch up the nearest waterfowl. Easy peasy.
With a loud sigh, she let her eyes fall shut. Everything was well with the world, and she was content. Her tail thumped lazily against the ground once, illustrating her calm sense of glee. Nothing could possibly make this bad, it could only get better. Maybe a nap would do her well, too. The happy medium between warm and cool was so soothing, it was making her very sleepy.
