Post by Crest on Mar 22, 2010 22:08:09 GMT
Trodding halfheartedly as quiet, shallow flashbacks echoed through Crest's memories, the russet-red fox gazed at the ground. Some memories were happy, some bittersweet, and some too painful to describe. Crest's eyes flitted from the left to right, she dared not hunt in an unfamiliar territory. Crest had little knowledge of this territory. She was only out here because this was where fate led her.
Crest's ears pricked in curiosity of a rustle in the emerald bushes. This was no prey scent, but the scent of another animal. Crest turned her sleek-furred head to squint at what was beyond the bushes. She could make out the outline of another animal in the bushes. Unsure of who it was, Crest held her ground. What if the animal was hostile, whoever it was?
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Crest's ears pricked in curiosity of a rustle in the emerald bushes. This was no prey scent, but the scent of another animal. Crest turned her sleek-furred head to squint at what was beyond the bushes. She could make out the outline of another animal in the bushes. Unsure of who it was, Crest held her ground. What if the animal was hostile, whoever it was?
Word Count: 135