Dos hummed happily to herself as she sniffed through the wet grass, today on the far side of the river. Her dark nose gently unsettled the soft dirt as she released a practiced huff of air, keeping the mud from getting caught in her nose. She extended a dark limb, pawing at the little hallow she\d dug up. Hunting for bugs and grubs wasn't something she did often anymore now that she was an older fox capable of hunting rabbits all by herself, but sometimes it was just really fun to dig up a bug or something! Plus, some of them didn't taste half bad - the fat white one with a pale orange head she'd managed to dig up. It wriggled and flailed in a kind of gross way but the vixen easily unearthed its hiding spot and snapped it up. She coughed a little - she should've let it be washed off a bit more. Dos drew her tongue across her muzzle reflexively, using a paw to begin the process of cleaning the mud from her face she heard the crunching sound of twigs beneath the paws of the something heavily, the vixen curiously tilting her head. Her large cone-shaped ears swiveled back and forth, trying to pinpoint exactly where the sounds was coming from, leaving her in easy view of anyone passing. --- Text. Speech. Thoughts. |
