Blackfeather Woods dream of my world, i live on my world

She had been dozing but was awakened by what she supposed was the dark one trying to get away again. She shook her head, then got up, stretched her legs and after what looked mostly like kneeding the earth a few paces as she stretched her front legs she shook the rest of her fur to get the last den debris out of it. Then the ghost child poked her head around the corner of the den to see their caretaker and the dark troublemaker out there.

Large white ears with soft pink insides lined with thin, wiry fur flopped forward as she watched the caretaker and the dark one interact, observing for now.