Step Right Up!!

Such long days should not exist. Already, it has been cold and snow is beginning to fall as I move almost jaggedly across the root covered ground of the woods. Freezing rain had stopped last night, but it had left the area looking pale and fragile, snow sticking to ice covered branches and undergrowth. This day has made the world around Moladion white with a thin blanket of flakes, the very substance more like a fine powder. My paws stung with the cold, my dead foot shooting fiery hot signals of pain straight up my spine, causing my hackles to bristle irritably. My new scars stand out in the hairless patches upon my shoulders and my hind leg, the spot behind my ear and on my neck has yet to lose its scab. She really got me, that bitch! My white pelt blends seamlessly with the wooded face of my present location. I move to find a spot that is out of the snow, coming up on a large enough oak tree that suit my purposes.

Suddenly, I look around, thinking I heard a twig snap. I see nothing, however, and my eyes once more flicker into dark pink as I turn back to my work. Claws drag at the soil, legs working over time to make a permanent den here, the dig taking longer than two hours, the sun dipping low below the treeline before I was done. I lay there now, in the warm place I have created, watching as the winter storm goes on and on. My reflective eyes take in the light of the moon, mirror-like surfaces reflecting the snowflakes as they fall. I match this area perfectly, and now that I am planted under a tree, it won't be easy to spot me unless I want you to.