Into a land of enchantment

anyone welcome.

It seemed pitch black tonight. Runt lied in a new den she'd hashed out. It was an abandoned fox hole below a tree. She widened the entrance and inside a little, and had placed a few feathers on the ground where she slept, to bring her a little more comfort. It was the day after she'd met Amber, and she laid in the den recovering from her wounds. It seemed as if every muscle she moved triggered pain in one wound or another. It had been like this a few times at the slave camp when she'd been attacked.

She looked out the opening of the den. She could see the moon tonight, it was either waning or waxing. She couldn't tell, but she knew her sister Feather would've known. She was amazingly smart about nature, and had always been telling her little sister some fun fact that she didn't know.