Moonsong Glacier Sing a song of sixpence

Today's task: a beautiful, thick and lush raccoon pelt. 

Such a creature was among her favorites. But, in honesty, she was surprised to have found one out and about when the air was colder. Much less higher in the mountains. 

When a sound of steps neared, she glanced over her shoulder, heart warming. 

You may try to be quiet, but I am not deaf to your steps. She teases, tail thumping quietly over the pelted earth beneath her. 

Come.. join me.