Broken Antler Fen Beaver Brunch

she studied the ground for dryness, and wetness that only lightly bent beneath her paws. carefully, the braided female advanced trough the fen.

it was from the other shore of a lake, that she saw a ruddy hunter attempt to make a catch. unease lifted the hairs along her spine, but curiosity had her making a slow circle around the body of water.

the вук's technique was interesting, at best, yet entertaining at worst. medalina's long, narrow face took its place between two treestumps, observing.

at one point, she let out a rumbly giggle, quickly quieted.