Sun Mote Copse Gingerbread zombies

@Finley 

It was a beautiful summer afternoon. The sun was shining through the foliage and the clearing right outside the den, where three generations of Blackthorns lived, was warmest place of them all. Tired from early morning and mid-day adventures Elfie was lying there, letting the warm beams carress his little tired body, while he was dreaming of all the great things he was going to accomplishin the future (and which he would forget as soon as he would wake up). A prized toy of today - a fresh piece of antler that one of the adult figures had brought back from hunting - was hugged between his forepaws and it seemed that he had fallen asleep in the middle of a chewing session, jaws loosley around a part of it. All was peaceful and well.