Green hued eyes roamed across the rainy, wet weather. She hated the wet. Though it was better than wet and cold. It wasn't too terribly cold, a rather nice temperature she reasoned. Her paws sloshed against the wet grass, dampening her tanned fur. Asariel padded around several trees, trying to find a dry spot. She lowered herself down daintily and just sat there. Cabin, shmabin, she decided. She never wanted to go along with what everyone else was doing. Besides, she reasoned that if she found that right someone and they had a little house, then she could move in with them if they so permitted it. Then she went on to think that if they didn't really want a full term relationship, then so be it. Asariel was always lenient.
A little drop of water fell from the above limbs and landed on her snout, causing her to go cross-eyed momentarily. Was the world really trying to torture her with being wet and cold and horrible? She reasoned that yes, yes, it must be. She hunkered down and listened to the rhythmic pitter-pattering of rain hitting fallen leaves and stones, moistening the earth. She had to give it credit, though. It seemed to know just when it needed water. Asariel closed her eyes and let the cooling breeze wash over her body and ruffle her fur, tossing her long mane to and fro. Tired as she was she began to doze lightly, just when her stomach growled. Muttering to herself she decided to put her hunger off just a little bit longer. If it got to the point where it started to hurt, and it would, she knew, then she would hunt. But until then, she would rest.
But she wasn't allowed to rest for long. Her stomach did eventually get the best of her and angrily, she pushed herself up and decided to look around for something small, just to take the edge away. A fowl, perhaps, or some other small creature that was easily caught. Anything to get rid of the annoying grumbling in her stomach.
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