by Nebelung » Tue Jul 07, 2015 7:04 am
Smallbird turned, heading down to the river. She crouched, making sure her shadow wasn't in the water, and crept along the bank.
Rednose flicked his tail in acknowledgement and followed the stoat's scent. He spotted the dark creature with a half-eaten mouse clamped in its jaws. It looked up at him, bristled, and turned for its den in a bed of moss. But the red tom was too fast for it, and within moments, he caught, killed, and brought the stoat back to the border patrol.
she | adult who fails at adulting | engaged ♥