Overture Downs I told you a lie, désolé, mon amour

she had been enjoying the cool weather too much. she had ran without a care in the world as if she had been a child again. it had been wonderful while it had lasted.

but she had slid along a patch of muck from the recent cool and light snowfall.

bracken now suddenly looked more wild than she had in weeks. her fur spiked by the muck in an unorganized manner, her figure cutting leaner and leaner so that she was a gaunt giant.

now she hobbled along after her tumble. it would likely be fine if rested, but that was the issue, wasn't it? life as a loner did not lend itself to a way of resting. especially when the soft echoes of someone's song caused her to stir to alert attention. she stilled as much as she could.

yet if she had already been spotted, then surely there was no hiding herself now. what a horrible presentation of herself.

mud-messed and limping.