Lost Creek Hollow When we were younger, we used to sit on the grass

Brrr, grumbled Alyx when she woke at dawn in a nest of frosty leaf litter. How she managed to stay asleep despite the chilly bite of the air was beyond her. She was surprised her whiskers weren't frozen to her muzzle. She yawned, whistling in her throat near the end, and tried to shove her face into her legs to seek sleep again, but to no avail.

With nothing better to do, the Redhawk rose and made a great deal of stretching and shivering and jogging in place to force warmth into her muscles. The sky was still dark save for a faint blush that peeked through the branches to the east, and the baleful hoot of an owl told her just how early it was. One black ear swiveled toward the crispy crunch of little feet on half-frozen grass, but when she turned to look, it was already hidden from view.

Breakfast would make things better. The lithe yearling slunk around her sleeping place with her nose lowered, sniffing louder than usual to try to prevent it from running while she searched for the critter's trail.

@Phaedra No obligation, just if you have time and want one!