T'was time for the harsh rains o' the night to pass. Yet still the liquid mist is held in the atmosphere as one lurks in auro, fabricated so none might see 'er. Yet she resides there, ingressing, for sure as you can see, though barly the taller timbers russling wherst she might be.

A Twix when the darkness faded, n
the sun's glow starting arising the ivory brutal stepped forth into n' opening surround by trees, the glow from the raise creating a luminary glow on 'er blessed hue. Crania is tucked politly to a side, optics o' blue glint bright, lobes pricked, flickingthoughtfully;

Sudden snap o'the twigs is heard disturbing the placided seen, crania is jerked upward, nails pound loam in sudden rage that is unknown, pedency is whipped cross own
s pelt, a loud smack heard. Haunches swing easily, the morning no longer covered in brightness as a grey cloud takes o'er. Smashing lightning following the clash o' thunder. Optics glow red, momentarily as vixen calms, breathe is longed, slight growl erupting..