°ashen minx slowly pads across the loam / dull ooids take in the scenery around her / no affect is shown upon her features / nothing new / husky baritones entwined together in a howl / she needed work for is a mercenary, is she not? / all she requires is shelter / tones slowly fade away into the crisp night air / grey lobes perk up as she awaits any sort of reply / long moments moments pass / still void of a reply she sighs momentarily and continues upon her lonely way / grey cloak is dull, rugged, and stringy / yet underneath it all lurks the muscles which are cleary seen / what is not seen is the pain that is felt with each step taken / joints ache from such a long journey to nowhere / on the point of a collapse she drops to the ground, paws splashing into the murky brown water of a pond / pink muscle swiftly laps up the liquid / once the thirst is quenched she lowers her cranium upon bleeding paws / with another inaudible sigh she closes her amber orbs / however senses are still quite alert as she slowly drifts into a troubled slumber°