12-09-2009, 10:26 PM
Anya sighed as snow flakes fell softly, sticking to her fur. It was the type of snow that some humans called Sierra Cement, because of the way it stuck to everything it landed on.
She wished she could find a warm den, with a friend or something, but she hadn't lent herself to being exactly sociable lately. She found herself wishing she could change that, hoping that someone would come looking for her.
Looking around, Anya took better notice of her surroundings. She found herself by the hot springs, the steam rising quietly into the air, melting the snowflakes in its path. She could almost imagine the stars twinkling far above the clouds, blessing the night.
She wished she could find a warm den, with a friend or something, but she hadn't lent herself to being exactly sociable lately. She found herself wishing she could change that, hoping that someone would come looking for her.
Looking around, Anya took better notice of her surroundings. She found herself by the hot springs, the steam rising quietly into the air, melting the snowflakes in its path. She could almost imagine the stars twinkling far above the clouds, blessing the night.