Post by Isling on Jan 26, 2009 6:47:03 GMT -5
Isling growled with pleasure as she looked around Riviere du Diable. She liked what she saw. Her white and cream coat reflected, and glowed like the sun as she padded on the soft grass to a little den she had made that was close enough to see the river, but not to close. As she went into the small but cozy den she sighed and lay down. She then fell asleep. After a little while she awoke and walked around some more. Her delicate ears twitched as she heard someone coming. She then gracefully flew into the air to see who was coming.