Sleepy Fox Hollow Here i am

Etienne woke as the morning sun showed his face to the sky. A small bite in the wind as he moved from his small den. Nothing more than an outcropping of rock he'd dug out and made cozy. Reinforced a little the sides.

Golden eyes took in the day and he stretched out his legs and neck. Running a gentle paw along the scabbed scratch that marred his face. It would be healed soon and that would be enough.

A slow movement and he started forward. Thinking through all he needed to do. Soft pawstep on dewy grass. The sun warming his tan and chocolate fur.

Nose to the ground he caught the scent of rabbit and weasel. The weasel more prominent as most of the rabbits began to enter their dens.