Firefly Glen I was sleeping in the garden when I saw you

AW, if you do not intend to treat this as a conception thread please let me know!

Some of her fear had dissipated since beginning to establish a new home for herself, a community of her own. No longer did she feel the need to look over her shoulder as she wandered.

Paws carrying her forward, she hoped to get some scavenging done in the glen. A strange feeling had come over her recently, and she was not quite feeling up to hunting - not that she usually would have done so on a regular day. There were enough packs around this area that she knew some good leftovers would be around.

Tail held high, nose to the ground, she searched for a scent of interest. Spring came with promises of rejuvenation, of young emerging from dens and good hunting. Something would come to her today, she was sure of it.