Blackfoot Forest evening phase

Thanks, Iv. I forgot. xD

It was upon the retreat of the red and yellow ball of fire in the sky, for the russian to emerge from his homely respite. Vector did a swift stretch, and silently yawned, shaking his crown to massacre the remaining drowsiness that had attempted to lull him back to the den. He wasn't the type of guy to sleep in late.

It was when he turned his searing forest gaze to the heavens, and witnessed the disappearance of a single poofy cloud, did he bother to recall the previous days events. That girl. The snow princess.
His brain automatically began turning wheels, whipping the slowed cogs and gears into action. Vector had pondered over if the lady had taken the offered den he instructed her to.
Only one way to find out.

The male didnt even put his snout to the ground where he left her, to notice how strong this females scent was. Either that, or he was solely focused, blocking all other scents from his own self.
A couple of minutes later, the man appeared at the doorway of the den, and peered inside. No sound. Was she even here?
Then he saw the pale graceful slim build on the side of the shallow cave.

"Privet", he greeted her, and dropped the hare he had brought for her at the base of her dainty white paws.