Hideaway Strath Whims of Fate or was that strings?

900 word post, NaNoWriMo don't feel you need to match it by anymeans,
This is open to anyone and the disturbance could be anything, take her away,
just looking to get more life experiences for my girl
any all Welcome

The dark of night was a world all unto itself, shadows lurked and consumed, tiny creatures darted and hid, lived a life of fear and yet brave seclusion. Brave in the darkness they held paramount over their minuet lives to these creature leaves were big broad hiding spots if they could manage a soundless jaunt from hiding hole to hiding spot.

Mother nature gave these creature a bounty, a gift of dropped berries and nuts and other such choice nutritional tidbits were plentiful as summers warmth and heat gave way to Autumn’s cooling kiss and darker hours, these gifts were nothing to the bigger occupants of this wild domaine, but everything to the tiny lives that would sustain the aforementioned larger creatures through the roughest moment of winters harsh embrace.

The darkness began to lighten to gray even before the sun even slid ever so slowly along the horizon; it’s light peeking along the crest of the furthest point an eye can see, brought a swath of yellow, breaking into oranges as the sun slid slowly higher then pinks and as minutes ticked by purples. It was not long before the entire sky accepted the sun as it’s rightful ruler and the colours gave way to an ever deepening blue, though autumn was in full swing this day the warmth of the sun kissed the earth letting those below her know that summer was not yet wholly gone.  

A soft groan broke the silent embrace of the night as a black head lifted from the still cool underbrush, legs slid forward and toes tipped with even darker nails spread as the muscles of this being woke as slowly as the rest of the wolf did. Jaws parted and a tongue jutted forward and curled back on itself as another yawning groan escaped her throat. Back legs shifted under her black thickly fur coated body and lifted the hind quarters up. The wolf stood and gave herself a mighty shake sending copious amounts black hairs into the air. The kiss of autumn made for many changes, the leaves changed colours slowly and left their homes upon the branches to fall upon the earth and give back to the soil the nutrients they sipped in their growth. The hares began their change from brown to white in hopes of extending their lives this coming winter. Deer lost their antlers and the wolves lost their summer coat only to replace it with a thicker softer winter warm pelt. Whrist was no exception, her sleeping spot was coated in the remains of the start of her autumn shed. Nothing went to waste in nature during the nigh many loose soot blacks hairs had been scavenged and used to line the nest of mice and other assorted creature brave enough to get close to the  predator as it had slept soundly.

Without a flick of thought the black femme was off, her light steps taking her toward the scent and sound of water trickling along the ground. Casually she noted the plants and shrubbery around her dieing slowly, it always amazed her how plants would die and their offspring would be reborn in the spring. What a life to live, born as only fodder for the prey or omnivorous animals and to desperately try to spread it’s offspring in a very limited time, only half a year really. She snorted in derision at the dieing plant life, if it wasn’t so crucial to the prey she ate then she’d have no use for it at all.

The land took an uphill lift and she traipsed it easily then down again where the refreshingly cool water made it’s path through the wilds. Though her belly was full with the deer she and another had hunted not long ago thirst was now her main concern. Her black paws splashed through the waters edge until the water was half way up her legs, then to her chest. Briefly the water turned red as it washed from her the last of the remnants of the past nights hunt. Though the blood washed away the memories were not so easily dismissed. Nor would she dismiss them, she held onto them like she did everything else that was hers, jealously.

This deep into the water she did not need to bend she just lowered her head a little and lapped at the pristine surface of the water now that her pelt was washed clean. As her tongue pulled water into her mouth and then down her throat she surveyed her surroundings. What could she fill this day with? She needed something to do. She supposed she could cache the remains of the hunt, but she’d rather do something more demanding. She had energy to burn and a desire to do something worthwhile with it. Change was in the air, and this femme wanted to grab it with her teeth and …

The black head lifted with a snap, held high, water sliding along her dark chin and dipping back into the water. She scented the air with a slight curl of her lip, a desire to be out of the water where she was maneuver with more ease overwhelmed her and she made her way out of the deep stream and stood on the bank where she shook herself off. Narrowing her white blue orbs she looked around, Something was not right.