Thread:MidnightCollies/@comment-25985073-20160428203910/@comment-25896184-20160619112432

Grey prowled along the forest floor on all fours, staying down low decreased her chances of being spotted by hunters, who she sensed were still wandering around the bleak woodland area. Finally, she neared the clearing by the river. She peered out cautiously, surveying the surroundings for any others. When she was certain no one was there, she stood up on her hind legs and walked out.

"I hate the water, there better be fish under this frozen wasteland." She said bitterly to herself as she walked onto the ice, breaking a small hole and taking out her spear. She sat down and watched carefully for any fish.