Biography
A strong scent of dirt and moss filled her nostrils as she woke. The rays of the sun barely reaching through the mouth of her den. She had holed up the night before underneath a beautiful uprooted willow. Just a few paw-lengths away ran a small stream that trickled cold from the mountains above. Finally a large flat bolder sat in the center of a small canopy clearing, the perfect basking spot. It was a nice little area shielded and hidden by mountain and gorse, just right for her. As her eyes opened, the same as everyday, nothing was there. Though her sight was missing, her sense of smell and hearing were impeccable.
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Spring 
Day Weather: 
Flood
