Post by amiron on Apr 16, 2009 19:21:58 GMT -6
the wind picks up and starts to ripple her white fur, dull gray optics study the horizon looking for any movement, she hasn't eaten in days and grows hungry she stops by the river and takes a drink she decides to sit against a rock and embrace the cold
sitting there she tilts her head to the sky and closes her dull gray optics and starts to howl to the half moon her ears perked ready to chase anything that might be edible