Blackfoot Forest evening phase

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The bramble-hedged den that the rusted creature had pointed out to Ivev was sufficient enough. She was small and made quite a small little puff of white when she curled up, but occasionally she would forget that the den was shallow and roofed by springy twigs. When the female would wake up, occasionally she would feel the tug of branches digging into her winter coat. The canine would roll and scramble in quite a comic fashion, her jaws open wide to snap at whatever inert thing that had fastened itself into the small of her back. But as dusk fell for the third time, Ivev was appreciative to return or wake in a rather safe and secluded location, tucked deep away into the woods.

It was late in the evening, and Ivev had set out from the temporary den. There was no set sleeping cycle for adult wolves, who preferred different times of the day for different activities. As a lone, and slightly hungry, being, the female took to the night's cover to satisfy her needs. She would travel about, mostly looking for scraps, but also utilized the night to stop at the edge of the woods and gaze upwards, charting the progress of the moon across the glittering backdrop. It was ripe and full in the fragrant autumn night, and sometimes took on a burnt orange glow. Whatever turned it that color, Ivev had little clue besides the idea that perhaps it was the reflection of fall leaves upon the moon's spherical surface. For now, however, the pale creature wound between trunks and fallen logs, nose low to the ground. She had only managed to snag a frog beside the stream outside the den, and it hadn't made for a particularly fulfilling dinner.