
Blossom lifted her head, uncurling herself and arching her back. Ever so slowly, she collected her paws and crawled out of her den, shaking dust and dirt from her thick layered fur. Her eyes gleamed in the shifting sunlight, and the young white female sat on her haunches looking up at the rippling pink sky with a soft and quiet howl, her voice like a melody to the morning air.


pud / demigirl / pan

