Fairspell Meadow The Cold War Kid

Silver had endured many problems in her life, though she was the cause of most. She was the reason her family was broken up. She was the reason why everyone hated her. She was the reason why her brother was dead. She was the reason Fawn ran off. She was the reason for everything. Why couldn't she just do something right for once?

A deep scowl was etched onto her dark lips, her silvery pelt hued with vermillion red. Her fight with a fox did not end so well, the damned thing was flexible and nipped her several times in the muzzle. Angry welts swelled round, rivers of red spilled her white fur. However, the dead thing was in her jaws, she walked around with it proudly.

However, she could feel a bit of... shame inside of her. The fox didn't need to die, did it? She didn't need to run after it, did she? Now she was thinking, Silver sat down with a heavy thump sound. Her rump rested against the grass heavily, her ears flattened as icy eyes stared down at the dead fox she dropped. She could easily crush its' skull within her jaws, her paws could break its ribcage.

But she could watch it run from afar. Well, could of. She let out a breath, it was ragged and heavy. With her mind weighing like lead in thought, she laid down. Her belly flat against the grass, her head rested atop her paws as the dead fox was to her left.