Phoenix Maplewood white winter hymnal

all good :)

she continued to rest, but through half-lidded eyes she spotted a stranger approaching. kasia turned her head and saw a male who seemed to be quite young and chipper. she noticed the scar across his muzzle, troubled past, she knew a thing or two about troubled pasts. this wasn't the time to talk about sob stories; however, her gray gaze studied him intently. she deduced that he was a bit younger than herself, and that he was more than likely part of a pack the way he approached her rapidly. that, or he was too friendly for his own good. she wondered why others struggled to mind their own business at times,

"hi," she responded cooly, she wasn't necessarily in the mood for someone acknowledging her presence, but what could she expect? her dark fur didn't blend in against the snowy backdrop, something she hated about winter. experience had made her more than capable enough to fend for herself, but her dark fur in the winter hindered her ability to stay hidden. case in point right here.

if the man was from a pack, and it wound up that she was intruding, she hoped he would let her pass without trouble. it annoyed her how territorial some were. from what she was told: all should be able to travel freely with no restrictions, one couldn't simply own the land. most, weren't like that at all. if he became aggressive, kasia knew enough to the point she could bargain with him, or she was still athletic enough to flee. hopefully, it wouldn't come to that.