The dawn was a grey one, drab and colourless. There was a stillness in the air which kept the chill of early Spring at bay, but without the warmth of the sun the day felt remarkably Winter-like, even though it was warm enough for Sagacity to be thankful that she'd begun to shed her Winter coat. Almost wishfully she pulled the soft clumps of fluff from her shoulders and flanks where it had become loose first and left it as bedding in her den. It hurt, knowing that she would be the only one to sleep on the soft down, but part of her still wanted to dress up her den as though she was going to be a mother. It was wishful thinking, she supposed; an instinct left over, a part of her that didn't seem to understand what had happened.Nevertheless it made a more comfortable sleeping surface for her sore bones and muscles, something she welcomed. She supposed she could enjoy having a softer surface to sleep on, even if she didn't really need such a soft bed. She resolved to keep the luxurious cushioning in her den until she felt strong and hardy enough to sleep on the ground without any complaints, and then she'd push the bed of fluff out the den's mouth to be picked up by birds who were fortunate enough to need the soft stuff for their nests.
She felt stiff when she stood up and walked slowly to her den's entrance which overlooked the Southern part of Relic Lore. She yawned and sat down, and shortly thereafter decided it was much more comfortable to lay down. With her shoulders and hind end still sore, she'd resolved to take a few days to rest and recover from her solitary mission; a mission which had given her valuable information regarding the movement of prey and a few of the packs, but one which had cost her a great deal of strength. She sighed, staring out over the horizon with a hazy gaze; she wasn't sure exactly what she'd do with herself once she was physically back to normal.
Table by Tyrant <3