Dragoncrest Cliffs Diaspore

it was freezing cold, and portia wanted nothing to do with anything. all the flowers that she and melchior had planted in the cavern had died, almost immediately, and it was rather depressing again... depressing and cold. she sat huddled in the cavern against a wall, her fur fluffed up and her tail wrapped around her paws. she was hungry, but too cold to move to a cache or to hunt, and therefore figured she would be fine where she was. she might starve, but then again, if she stayed out of direct wind and snow, maybe she wouldn't freeze. and maybe a mouse would just sort of wander up to her and beg to be eaten. that'd be nice, she decided oh so nice.

in other news, she could feel her body begin to act up. she usually was never hungry, and was good at only eating when she personally knew it was healthy to eat something. she was antsy and almost snapped at one of the ogedakru members for virtually no reason the other day. it was unlike her, and she was disappointed with herself. on the other hand, as a fisa, she knew what that might warrant, and it scared her-- just a bit. for now though, she was safe and lacked an overly interesting scent.