Post by Vrancho on Apr 7, 2013 10:26:00 GMT -5
Her warm chocolate pools snap like a crackling fire as the beautiful damsel takes in her surroundings, the surroundings of Saddle Creek, the paradise that she can confide in, with nature all around her, it is natural to think of Saddle Creek as her friend. Her nails dig into the dirt that is covered with gold and brown and red, the colors swirl around her paws, the dirt and mud is pushed around so that when she reaches the gravel part of the road, she is perfectly muddy. Molly loves to muddy, but she loves being wet and muddy more. So she finds the nearest rain puddle and rolls around for a while, letting the water's cold hands brush her fur, loving its biting, frozen feeling across her spine. She lets out a big sigh and pulls herself up. There. Now she is wet and muddy and happy. All that's left is to find food. Molly rarely hunts large animals unless she is in a pack, and so she has a developed liking for mice, vole, and squirrel. And squirrel is easy to catch at this time of the year since they're always gathering nuts. So the multicolored mutt heads towards the trees at the side of The Road.
