Fritter - rouge
There was a lack of activity in her little territory today, her gaze slowly crept along the moss covered surroundings a few patches barren of such a thing and filled with flowers or tufts of grass that had decided to spring up from nowhere, there was a chilly breeze but it wasn’t snow covered, she walked along the edge of her marked little border, she had a small marked area of which she hunted in feeling more secure inside a area she was familiar with. Hunger had began to gnaw at her as she lowered herself her tail flicking from side to side for a moment before she slowly crept forward taking in the scents.
Fritter stood up quickly with a frown as she could not scent anything today, she sighs and rolled her shoulders turning and going back to her little den. She entered and there was a little bit more warmth but no better then the outside, Fritter went over to her moss nest curling up she glanced outside of her den her gaze fixed at the entrance.