08-23-2022, 08:10 PM
Euphemia wandered lightly outside the den, always within a parents gaze. She had seen a flock of birds from the outside scurry away from the morning rustle of wolves, and within their leaving, feathers were left behind. She would eagerly step outside, a gathering of what was left and most in the mixture of grays and whites, nothing too large or too small.. Most were damaged as well, much to Euphemia's disappointment.. But nonetheless was staring to keep a small habit of gathering things that interested her. A little hoard, to say.
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