Blackfeather Woods A light-emitting crescent moon

In the stillness of night did Koume wake, shaking her messy fur as she stood up. She did not realize winter was almost over and could not remember exactly how long she had slept. She felt hot - she felt flaming, and she needed to do something now. It was no surprise that the oldest sibling would be one of the feisty ones when not with her sister, and mother really should've expected this a long time ago; little Koume escaped. She crawled out whatever den she was in, wandering on her own just ready to be found.