by . รฉtoile » Sat Feb 28, 2015 2:59 pm
w i n g p a w
I stop running. Why was I running in the first place? Have I gone mad as a hare? Turning around, I speedily walk back to camp, my pelt hot with embarrassment. Might as well clean the ever so full apprentice den. Padding inside, the den reeks. But I've smelt worse. By the time it's sundown, each bed has new moss and soft feathers. It takes all my will not to go in one bed and sleep forever. Before existing, I peek out and see nothing of my interest. Walking out, my belly lets out a loud growl. My ears perk up, it's nearly impossible not to hear a belly growl that loud. My eyes are drooping from running, hunting, and working. Letting out a yawn, I look at the fresh kill pile, the aroma making my tongue drool.
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