let december glow in flame

*Ciervo* · (This post was last modified: December 16, 2014, 08:14 PM by Ciervo.)

my heart's in atrophy

The Ostrega's entrance to the Teekon Wilds had been nothing but coincidental. While the cold rug of white that stretched across the land made the male's footsteps light and soundless, he had yet to see if the spectacular entrance of Winter would bring him as much luck as the previous season. Where, despite being a loner that fed mostly of carcasses, he had found a better use for his earthen coat than simply keeping fleas.

Now that he was surrounded by a layer of white and his fleas had died off, he feared he could no longer blend in with the dead leaves that laid scattered on the forest's floor a few weeks ago. If there was anything the young Ciervo knew better than the extent of damage a fire could bring, was that Winter equalled hunger. And Ciervo was not good at being hungry.
Despite his lithe structure, he was a voracious eater with an unsatiable craving for meat and good company.

With his tail flagging behind him, the rust colored man trotted around the edges of the lake, his nose hovering lazily over the snow in searchs of an abandoned cache or a buried treat he might claim as his own.