Sleepy Fox Hollow you know sir, if you ever lose your way

imrathil jolted awake from his restless sleep with a yelp, the sound of snow crunching under paws sounding like buckshot through the forest. he tensed against the back of the scarred tree, anticipating the worst as he collected his scattered wits.

his fears were short-founded, but his heart was still beating a steady tattoo against his chest as cyclone's form tore through the forest like a, well, cyclone. his gaze narrowed at the stick -- no, antler -- held proudly in her jaws. no doubt it was the spoils of a recent conquest, or perhaps the discovery of an old cache. imrathil's stomach grumbled in hungry dissent as he shifted upwards with a wince, his posture subdued as he was certain she had heard his very umanly cry of surprise just moment's prior.