The nights a Callin!

Awakening from the faint lands of slumber the brutish bitch came to her senses as she looked around the cold embers of the cave against her fur faintly and quietly thinking Its cold here... Hm... I wonder what its like outside the den. The bone scratching her ribs and underfur as she walked towards the entrance of her home abode. Long whip-like tail followed close behind her the feathers at the tip still closed up tightly together.

Outside the drafty den she walked as she shook the sand and earth from her long lanky webbling fur she would lay amongst the moon's rays to keep her body in tact as she would have done ages ago. The moon is so comforting of a night time. The tip of her tail now unfolding to create a make-shift fan that she would use to cover her face with as the bitch went back into a silent slumber till morning.

... Then the fun begins ...

Sara paced back and forth, unable to sleep. It seemed she never got much sleep these days. Maybe she was restless maybe she was just turning into a being of the night. There was a movement in the brush. A rabbit. Prey. She clenched her muscles silently before leaping forward and racing after the rabbit that bolted as soon as she hit the ground. Her paws hit the ground in a steady motion for a few times before she got bored and took a leap at the rabbit. Her jaws closed over its leg and she flung it at a tree. The ball of fur sunk to the ground. She sniffed at it once then walked away. She wasnt hungry. Was this depression? Boredom? Normal? No. Not normal. Sara was all but normal. She snarled at her own thoughts. See what being bored can do? it can make become tormented and use-less.

Squeege had nodded lightly the night had strung to daytime as the morning sun warmed up the cold chilling snow covered lands. The bitch's face had turned and swayed as she kept a look out for anything that might bring harm to herself or others.

Seeing nothing she layed back down pon' the rock that she had slept on since night. Curling tightly she would huff as it was truley a time to rest.