Moonspear hidden in the branches of the poison creosote

hope it's kay to nab this still lololol

Yami stretched her arms straight out before her as she rolled onto her belly. Her mouth stretched into a wide 'o' as she yawned. A shiver down her spine was the last step in her wake-up routine. By the time it slipped off the tip of her tail, the little filly was awake, and up, and ready to rumble.

Unfortunately, no one was being as interested as she was yet. So, the girl began her usual hunt around the den for something interesting to do. When she came near the mouth of the den, however, she paused and turned her head to peer out. She heard sounds and smelled scents that were out of the ordinary, and thus were highly intriguing. Her hackles prickled along her shoulders as she stood watching, but she wasn't exactly fearful. Not yet, anyway. She was merely curious, and oddly patient as she waited for more signs of their unexpected visitor. There were only about 16 more seconds left on the time for that though before she went strutting right out to see who it was for herself.