Bramblepoint Before planet Earth was here, I was riding a light year.

She was quickly growing tired of her routine, wandering further and further from the densite as she felt her heart departing from the pack before her body could follow. Maybe it had never been there at all.

A snowy forest thick with brambles was certainly not the ideal hunting zone, however. She quickly found her coat littered with thorns. It was a pain, and certainly made her doubt that she would have much luck catching anything here.

With a huff escaping her lips, she continued on. Surely there was a rabbit, something. She just needed a reason to stay busy.