Sunlight danced across her closed eyes, gracing along her left side. Her triangle shaped ears were perked, but she heard nothing but that of her dreams. Slowly her rib cage rose in long, deep lengths the releasing air barely disturbing the dirt at her nostrils. After a morning patrol of checking things over. She found a nice dry spot, and had rolled around, stripping her loose winter coat from the new silver and white. A very thorough grooming session followed, and now her coat was a lot sleeker than it had been in months. She would have felt wonderful, if it was not for a couple of things. One being the season had caught up with her, and her body was ready to be a mother again. But was she? Her paws dug along the dirt in a restless fashion before hanging limp. Wither new perfume she did not stray far from home, she had no mind to attract any more males for the obvious reason.
Home. Home did not feel so safe either. She avoided being completely alone with the opposite sex. If Elettra was around she found herself hanging around her in quiet company, wondering how she was holding up. She chose to be around her children, enjoying the time before they became yearlings. The leader had not decided her fate yet, or maybe her fate was in no hurry to be set in stone.
Rolling onto her other side, she let out a quiet groan. The dirt floor outside the den had been fairly comfortable an hour ago, but now her bones ached with the rest of her body. She could not quite pull herself to wake up. She did not want to. At least in dreamland she realized nothing was real. Where in reality, there was no kind of escape.
Home. Home did not feel so safe either. She avoided being completely alone with the opposite sex. If Elettra was around she found herself hanging around her in quiet company, wondering how she was holding up. She chose to be around her children, enjoying the time before they became yearlings. The leader had not decided her fate yet, or maybe her fate was in no hurry to be set in stone.
Rolling onto her other side, she let out a quiet groan. The dirt floor outside the den had been fairly comfortable an hour ago, but now her bones ached with the rest of her body. She could not quite pull herself to wake up. She did not want to. At least in dreamland she realized nothing was real. Where in reality, there was no kind of escape.
(This post was last modified: Mar 11, 2012, 04:41 PM by Jaysyek.)