A tiny squeak, a high-pitch chirp, she drifts away from sleep again. The sun bathes her ember fur, her slender legs, her tiny muzzle. On her bridge cut streaks of brown and black, then lower starts a blanket of pure white. Her head tilts up slightly, weary and still sleepy she opens her eyes to the world.
Slowly looks around, gets up from the warm shingles. The sun peaks its warm face and welcoming embrace.
A crude bowl sits besides her, filled modestly with scraps. A small piece of meat, most likely fowl by the stench and a couple eggs top it up to the uneven brim. A couple greens, foraged lately hide around the bowl.
Whilst up she notices that the shingles underneath are dry, yet the cold water touched everything else around her cozy spot.
"Saw me?", she whispers to herself as she approaches the bowl...
"Know me?", she mumbles puzzled at the bowl , almost demanding an explanation from everything around.
"Intriguing", she spurts out with enthusiasm at the full bowl as she takes small steps towards it.
What is given must be cherished ... so for now, she starts to eat gingerly. Everything is fresh, strangely fresh as well. Yet this thought never passes her mind.
Slowly the bowl is lighter and a slight nudge makes it slides off the dew covered shingles on the dirt below with a low, muffled thud. She looks at the bowl and jumps down beside it to continue the day.
Whilst done, lets a satisfied purr as she moves onward. The small cottage gets left behind and the fox continues to walk along the dirt road, further in the village.
It isn't as she remembers it, alas it is still close. The houses aren't the same, yet some remained. The small brook that ran along the road is merely a memory now, yet great flower bushes reside in it nowadays. The people dress all weird now, so colorful and with so many little rocks.
She ducks inside a rosehip bush as the villagers buzz around the morning, all stuck in their little bubbles. The village may not be here anymore in flesh, it is... at least... in spirit.
"Still joy", she whispers, looking from between two great leaves... "Still community", she continues...
Content she slips by , towards the open fields... the buzz of the village fades away as the wind sings pleasantly through the seldom trees.
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AdventureFollow the journey of an ember fox-deer hybrid while she navigates a new world after a long slumber. Will she find herself a place in the new order? Will she continue her lineage? Does she understand what the world entails?
