Blackfeather Woods the dj was the last to leave, she had well conditioned hair

he sat in the snow and observed the muffling way the snow fell. the woods seemed muted, bled of their sinister aspect by the fresh pall of pristine white. the crunch of snow announced an arrival and he rose and placed a paw over the quail protectively until the gloom parted and relmyna's slender form emerged.

he could not help noting the bulge of her features and the drop of her slender ribcage; he watched as her hips roved with each stride, her barrel swaying side to side.  he said nothing but pulled back his claws, leaving feathers akimbo over the lifeless avian's corpse.

another gift, should she take it.