Golden Glade The Colour Red

The breeze from the beginning autumn ruffled through her fur as she blazed through the forest floor, her tongue stuck out one side of her mouth. An old habit. One she got from a friend. It had been a while since she’d be free to run like this. How exhilarating.

The scent of something new filled the air as she neared a part of the forest that was covered in clay-colored leaves. She came to a halt, tilting her head. The sound of rustling caused her ears to twitch slightly. Fresh hunt? No. It sounded much larger than just some rabbit or fox. Larger than herself, as well. 'No point in guessing. The only way to find out is to move forward.' She thought to herself.

"Anyone there?"