Post by shademist on May 12, 2021 23:08:29 GMT
Shademist, woken by the early morning chirping of birds, yawned and sat up. She shook herself off and padded outside, the air cool and crisp, and the grass glistening with dew. She looked around, realizing she was the only one up, before trotting over to the freshkill pile, and snagging a mouse.
