wanting nothing more than to trot through the woods, feeling the gentle breeze on my fur. following the trails my pack left, making new ones for the animals who come after me
Throughout the forest, the sound of the crunch of leaves beneath your paws echoes through the trees. The cool autumn breeze rustles the fallen golden foliage and dances in your fur as your orange pelt gleams in the setting fall sun. Your piercing eyes look straight ahead to the adventures that await. Sly little fox, where will you go? What will you see as the chill of autumn settles into the woodlands?
I yawn and untangle myself from za pile of 8 ozher yinglets I was sleeping in, and I walk out to greet a new day. Hearing za click of my claws on smoozh paving stones as I walk, tail swishing side to side hand-in-hand wizh a lover in ze enclave, ready to create and play and scamper about and find my own joy in za world.