Bramblepoint young, wild american lookin' to be somethin'

Ugh!

One slender gray paw violently swatted a mostly-rotted apple out of the way.  There's got to be one.. Ivy whispered agitatedly to herself, pausing for about three seconds to narrow her eyes at the little cloud of breath that materalized in front of her face.  If it weren't so damn cold tonight she may have been more inclined to enjoy the waning moon instead of poking at apples on the ground, but as it was she barely had enough patience to find something even remotely edible before settling in for the night.  Besides, she mused to herself, the moon'd be new in a few nights anway and she might as well take advantage of the light while the opportunity presented itself.

.. and Ivy knew a thing or two about opportunity.

The next apple she inspected seemed good enough and with a dramatic sigh the yearling settled down on her stomach and began munching away.  Her gray ears twiched every now and then at noises in the distance - the area's dense vegitation meant that even the slightest breeze ususally rustled a few autumn leaves.  Thankfully she hadn't encountered anyone since returning to the Teekon Wilds.  Ivy wasn't sure she was ready to face her family quite yet.. if ever.  Bramblepoint's close proximity to Redhawk Caldera aside, she'd prefer to keep a low profile for now.