Lost Creek Hollow fishay fishay

@Luke (: Feel free to put this to the side and respond whenever you get a change, I just figured I'd go ahead and start it.

The coal-furred female sniffed curiously at the ground for a moment, attempting to locate the snowy figure of Luke. He had promised a fishing lesson and she was in no position to turn it down. She wanted to become the best she could possibly be, and if that meant getting her paws a little wet she would get over it. She nibbled patiently at a burr stuck to her shoulder, nosing the fur back down afterwards. Her blue eyes gazed over her coat as she looked for other things stuck in the black-hole that was her long fur.

After grooming out her fur, she gazed up to the sky. Perhaps it was too early for Luke to be awake. She, after all, was an early bird. It was a habit she'd acquired when she was on the move, sleep late and wake early. It helped her move further with less issue. Ilya laid down, rolling onto her side to perhaps nap while she waited... Or at least soak up what warmth the early morning sun was giving off. Her paws dangled a little as she laid there, and she looked rather goofy. Otherwise, her small but slender body was stretched out nicely and displayed the muscles she had. Her stomach was even noticeably filled in and less hollow than when she arrived. Her eyes closed as she relaxed, but kept her senses alert for the males scent or any movements in the clearing.