11-02-2024, 03:49 PM
Winter is fierce, but so is the she-fox that slips among the trees. Fur fluffed against the cold, she looks like a galaxy come to life herself, her lavender eyes shimmering as she follows a nearly indiscernable scent trail, her paws so light on the snow that they don’t even crack the surface.
It's a split-second decision that has Folklore turn from her prey, and as she does she sees a bright flash of light ahead - a will o' wisp? Curious, she bolts forward, past thoughts forgotten as playful desire takes over. She doesn't notice the other nearby as she leaps towards the nearest orb, paws wrapping carefully around it as she tackles it to the ground, mewing in delight.
(did i need an excuse? yes)
It's a split-second decision that has Folklore turn from her prey, and as she does she sees a bright flash of light ahead - a will o' wisp? Curious, she bolts forward, past thoughts forgotten as playful desire takes over. She doesn't notice the other nearby as she leaps towards the nearest orb, paws wrapping carefully around it as she tackles it to the ground, mewing in delight.
(did i need an excuse? yes)