Redtail Rise She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you

He left, and she felt the golden sunlight reach for her once again. It was warm, though as time passed, the sun sank lower. Every day, it had begun to get colder and colder at night; now, as thin as she was, a mild frost might have been enough to still her breath. 

Autumn returned again, with fur the colour of leaves. She could smell wet earth, something...green. It touched her nose and wetted her lips. She pressed her nose against it, and from pursed lips she suckled the water from the spongy moss. It wetted her thirst, and she found herself ravenous for more water. She pressed the moss against her lips hungrily, but could squeeze no more water from it. Her throat was dry still, otherwise she might have whined a cranky note. 

She pushed the clump of moss away urgently, as though begging for him to wet it again.