Hotaru
I want a snowfall kind of love
the kind of love that quiets the world
the kind of love that quiets the world
Across the bond, her approval and understanding are felt more than spoken. I’ll remain up here for now, I’m much harder to spot. I’ll focus on trying to get a gauge for their population numbers. Drifting on the higher currents with Boreal not far, she keeps her movement as minimal as possible, seeking to blend in as she scouts from above.
It’s a decently sized colony, and with her acute hearing she can marvel at the strange sounds they make. Creaking and cracking ice indeed, no wonder they’d startled the hunters. It’s not entirely strange to see them live more communally than other foxes, but it’s still something she makes a mental note of as she observes them, content to observe the breadth of their tunnels and living grounds while the men examine them up close.
It’s a decently sized colony, and with her acute hearing she can marvel at the strange sounds they make. Creaking and cracking ice indeed, no wonder they’d startled the hunters. It’s not entirely strange to see them live more communally than other foxes, but it’s still something she makes a mental note of as she observes them, content to observe the breadth of their tunnels and living grounds while the men examine them up close.
The kind of love that keeps you in bed all day
won't you bury me in your quiet love?
won't you bury me in your quiet love?
