Shadewood First Steps

Traversing through this forest drains the life from her and she finds herself sighing in frustration at the lack of food around the surrounding area. Not having a destination in mind allows her to feel carefree. For she doesn’t have anywhere to be or anyone to meet for that matter. Possibly some of the only perks of being a loner.

    So she continues on, trotting through a thicket of rather large bushes she finds herself stumbling. Her front paw falls into a type of hole, hopefully an occupied home for some small to medium sized animal to her luck. 

    After the small tumble she took, Amita raises herself off the dirt and shakes off, plumes of raven tinted fur drift through the wind. Not being able to help herself she sticks her nose closer to the hole. After giving a good sniff confirms the strong and recent scent of a rabbit. 

    “Gotcha.” She growls with a smirk on her face. This is her only opportunity at food she bets.

    She doesn’t care for dirtying herself as she shifts her upper body closer and further into the rabbits den, squeezing her shoulders together and digging; attempting to get in far enough to have a grab at it. Her back half up I’m the air and the fluffy plume of her tail swishes back and forth while her rear claws did into the soil to push her further in. 

    Then all of a sudden she hears a voice, loud enough she even hears it through the ground into this rabbits den. A trickle of uneasiness passes down her spine. Who is that? She thinks and quickly attempts to dig and slide herself back out. Once out, she stands up straight, large ears on a swivel for the noise, and golden yellow eyes on the lookout. She contemplates calling out but she’s not sure how smart that would be; she risks it anyhow.

    “Hello?” She calls softly, her voice honey smooth. Not too loud but loud enough to hear if someone is near. She stands and waits, a film of dust covering her usually shiny black fur. Though she only waits for about a minute she gives it a carefree shrug and decides to continue her previous attempt at hunting.

    She delves back into the hole still attempting to squeeze her way further in. She gets in a tad bit closer and this time she sees the gleam in the dark of the little rabbits eyes. A smile breaks out on her face, canines surely looking deadly to the poor thing. As she goes in for the kill it fights back, the thing being a bit bigger than she thought she takes a good few kicks to the face. One leaving a good scratch on her muzzle just atop her nose that starts bleeding a little more than she expects.

    On the outside of the hole all you can see is her full tail sticking out of the ground along with the plume of tuft on the backs of her haunches and her hind legs kicking about the dirt. The scene suspiciously looks like a fox burrowing to dig a new hole. Perhaps not the best sight for hungry, prying eyes.