Redsand Canyon The Grey

Khalys had been doing very little as of late. Her fur hadn't been groomed in nearly two weeks; she had bad matting in her fur, mostly on her face, neck, and chest. Kailoh had always liked to groom her there, and since his death, she just hadn't been able to face it yet. She was clearly not doing well, but at least she was out of her den. Though it was mostly overcast, eventually the sun would poke through, warming her slightly. At the moment, she was snoozing just outside of her den, trying to absorb what light she could, while she could.