She woke to the warmth of sunshine across her back, and beautiful overly excited birds chirping loudly at the approach of the mornings first rays. Since sleep had so quickly eluded her, she shifted her weight to come onto her paws without missing a beat and shook her pelt to chase away any remaining promises of sleep that still tugged at her youthful eyes--she would need to be sharp this morning.

Being a loner had it's advantages, but many more disadvantages that threatened her each day. Her main disadvantage was finding adequate food therefore her day often began and ended in searching for enough food to quiet her rumbling stomach and stop the urge to faint from having become malnourished. While searching for food the vixen was not particularly picky, she scavenged from any and everything she could wrap her jaws around, hoping that sickness didn't follow the coming morning when she would repeat the process for the remainder of the next day.

She'd become a create of habit when before there had been non, but this wasn't a bad thing. Caring for herself proved that she'd become more responsible than she'd thought previously. Her livelihood and health lay in her own paws, and failure could be placed on only herself, no one else. It was the ultimate kick in the ass that she needed to keep herself busy; procrastination bred death.

Lost in her thoughts, the sensation that another was nearby caused a stall in her movement when she was nearly upon him. With a fear of discovery,  she moved with renewed caution for fear of being spotted and studied her surroundings like a hawk. No doubt, the creature would be on its way and she could finish her routine without disturbance, if she could only manage to slink by without detection.

When Laike did not move from his spot as she'd hoped so she hesitated to continue further into the clearing, ignoring the initial pain of thirst caused by the rifting waters. After a few minutes of painful wait, she moved toward the river to drink from it in haste once the male's attention seemed to shift elsewhere. She needed to be quick, though stealth had hardly been her forte and when she checked to see if the male had spotted her, eyes the color of ripe pumpkins met her own.

He was at the other side of the river, meters away from her and yet she felt nervous in his company. Nervousness made her jittery, and she sputtered a half intelligent greeting. "ermhello?" it was rushed and awkward, but out in the open Rory was a sitting duck, and afraid. Staring at her company jolted and tugged at her memory...his eyes were intriguing to say the least; something about this male was familiar.