Spirit opens herbpearl maw for a large yawn, as the new morning sun shined into her golden orbs. She stood up to stretch her limbs, that were stiff from her long nightly slumber. The vixen flicks her ivory banner and scales to a higher, warmer cliff that gets more light, and layed on her side lazily.
Her night had been very peaceful, and she was well rested and ready for anything. Her mate still hadn't returned from the hunting trip, probably dead, and her pups were all grown, so the vixen decided to move on without him in her life.
"Hear my tales," she whispers.
||Spirit || Vixen||Packless||Tamed By None||Pupless||Adult|| xxMythxx|| |