Emberwood Whispers in the night

Arriving into this vast wilderness, the lone female didn't know what to expect. It was a big, big world out there with lots of diversity and plenty to explore. But the prospect of the unknown had never swayed her. Tzila, as she was called, had a motto; always be prepared for the unexpected. That outlook on life had served her well, often keeping her out of trouble or escaping it. What did surprise her slightly, was how pleasant the forest she found herself in seemed to be. It may still be winter, but she didn't mind. In fact, she often preferred the chill of the snow to the blazing heat of the sun with her darkly colored coat. A yawn parting her jaws, she rose from her temporary resting quarters for the night; a thick hollow log. She had slept undisturbed, much to her satisfaction. She'd see if her luck held out.