Moonspear snowfox

His voice called to her and she wondered for a moment if this was to be her life. Hearing his voice with her decisions.

Until she looked and there he was. Briefly she jumped, though it was more of a twitch to the naked eye, and she blinked a few times like a startled owl.

I have another to carry. She gestured a little ways off to the other pine bough she had grabbed earlier that day.

There is a hole, there. I had to remove a piece, it had turned brown and was shedding all over. Pine needles do not make a sleeping space homey. She gestured to part of the tree, where a gap sat innocently surrounded by the needles she had spoken of.