Pavel's Little Life, Whoever wants to can come on in. :)

[Pavel]

I sat outside of a makeshift den I had been living in for several weeks. Staring up at the night sky is always relaxing to me. I churned the sand between my paws as I enjoyed the bright moonlight shining upon my body. Closing my eyes, I reflected upon the events of my day; scavenging the dunes for anything that could possibly make my den more attractive or comfortable, after giving up on that, moving on to find some food somewhere, and, after enjoying a small mouse, curling up to nap for the rest of my day, as any normal fox would do. Now, in the dark night that felt so comforting to a fox, I sat and enjoyed the evening before the urge to eat set me out to find a more fulfilling meal. I could tell the night was still young because of the still heated sand that had suffered yet another day of unceasing, unbelievable heat. Maybe if I had been born in the wild like I was supposed to have been, perhaps I could tell the time by the positioning of the moon or sun, or perhaps it would just come as instinct, but if I had been born in the wild, I would be living in the semi-arid deserts of Central America; however, as it seems I was not born in the wild, but the synthetic room of a veterinary office, so why I ponder these things, I am not sure. It could have something to do with my longing for a companion, or my wish of an easier life, but this does not change the fact that my time telling skills still consist of little guessing games I challenge myself with, and my ability the make logical choices. Shaking my head in frustration, I rose to my feet. I can't even enjoy something like the beautiful moonlight without concerning myself with how things would have been or how they could be better. Feeling a wave of guilt due to the fact that I take my freedom for granted and do nothing with it but wish for more, I decided perhaps it was time for me to go find a meal.

[Grace]

Under the (full?) moon's glow, a shadow danced just behind a dune overlooking little Pavel. Behind a thin, rather scruffy patch of dried not-quite grass, a little slivery black face popped up. Little fox ears pivoted atop the head of the fox while she watched Pavel. Her soft paws kept having to be picked up from the sliding sand that gave under her feet.

As she watched, and noticed how deep in... thought, or spaced out-- whichever of the two it was-- he seemed to be. She crept forward, revealing herself. Her head tilted to the side, and she observed Pavel more. She kept quiet, her mother taught her well to be leery of other creatures-- she used to ramble for hours about 'the infected ones'. Grace had actually never met an infected one, but she'd be damned if she couldn't pick one out. Her mother had drilled the signs into her head.

Suddenly, Pavel was standing? Grace crouched, forced by reflex, her ears flattened and she waited. Had he seen her?

[Pavel]

Rising to my feet, I heard a noise from the sands behind me. Immediately, I shot into a bunch of shrubs, and waiting for another noise, cautiously flicked my ears this way and that. After moments of waiting and hearing not a sound, I crept out of the bushes and proceeded to sniff out possible prey. Catching the scent of a mouse, I lowered my nose to the ground, and allowed my nose to lead the way. Within moments, a mouse flew from beneath a small bush, and I leapt upon it without warning. Grabbing my catch, I headed towards my den to enjoy my meal. As I approached my den, curiosity overcame me, and, dropping my kill on a small stone, I crept toward the relative area of where I had heard the noise. "Hello, is someone there?"

[D'vorak]

She watched from the distance. Her sniffer caught their scents. A male and a female. The half wolf hid in a thick bush behind them. The male had found a den it seemed like, or maybe it was the female, and the other canine was watching him or her carefully not wanting to be spotted. The canine was not doing a good job about it. Both were foxes. Made it more interesting. One of the lower canines on the chain really. Wolves were on the top. But she was a half wolf. So she was some where in between.

A branch snapped as she stood still. Did it come from them? Or did it come from her? She slowly looked down and saw that it was her. She cursed under her breath as she squinted her eyes shut. Hopefully they would not see her. She was at least not infected. But they could be. Or one of them could be anyway. She would rather not get bitten by one of them to be exact. She slowly crouched down as she hid herself within the bush, in hopes thats he would not scare them.

[Pavel]

Just as I began to lose interest, a twig snapped in the distance. Turning quickly to check it out, I wondered why suddenly, after months of living in solitude, I was starting to hear noises. Was I going crazy form loneliness? Urging myself to just collect my mouse and go inside was a difficult task considering my longing for companionship, but again, I was getting ahead of myself. It was probably nothing. I figured going to check it out wouldn't hurt, so I began to creep toward the noise.