Phoenix Maplewood when time falls like the sun

set on December 24th

A tin of red hung on her maw, as a small body rested in her mouth. A small hare, white as the snow, and as fluffy as the first day of winter, but as skinny as a stick. Not a proper meal, for the season was harsh, and she was reluctant to leave. Many of the prey were hiding up in the trees, and it was difficult for a large catch within the forest. If there was, she had yet to find the herds.

Her body had thinned since coming to Teekon Wilds, and especially so with this season. She knew it would be a difficult time, but Desdemona was determined to continue going forward. Stuck in time, but she wanted to live on. With bitter heart, she tore at the hare, wanting to please her hungry stomach.