Slowly Drifting...

Rina plodded along the soft forest ground. Her shaded brown fur melded into the trees around her perfectly, so much that if she stood still, you'd probably have a hard time seeing her. Coming across a fresh puddle the girl lapped up some water. It stung the back of her throat like vicious saltwater. What was wrong with her? Ever since she caught that cold a few days ago her mind had been foggy, her throat sore and a sense of weariness weighed her down.
Shaking her head, Rina continued through the forest, eventually coming to a small clearing surrounded by towering trees. The soft, sandy ground underneath the nearest tree looked so tempting... I little lie down wouldn't hurt. It would only be for a few minutes. Stepping over to the tree lightly the girl lay down, her mind and thoughts becoming grittier by the second. Soon, she was out cold.