Out of all trees of the land, there was one single tree in a huge field that was nothing but grass, and it was a slightly large tree. At that tree, between two of its roots, there was slightly huge hole in the ground. If others were to peer into it deep and long enough, they could catch a glimpse of a darkened color of white, because of the strong and thick shade in the hole, and sometimes a pare of cyan orbs, the size if a puppy's eyes, looking at you until they would disappear. In that very thing, was a puppy named Diamanto Domeno, or nicknamed Dia. She was a child in the breed of Maned Wolf, and didn't know where to go or what to do, so all she could do was sleep in the earth under a tree and catch small mice.
Today, the sun was bright, the light leaking through glimpses of the leaves from the tree. There were some clean puddles of water, since last night it rain and she was lucky to block the hole from any of it. She let a light yawn escape her muzzle as she climbed out of her little temporary den and looked around as the breeze combed through her black fur. Her cyan eyes scanned the area as her ears twitched, looked for a snack. Picking up to scent of a mouse, she tracked it down, disappearing in the long grass that looked like it was dry. Once the scent got stronger, it was leading back to the tree she slept under. Following its easy trail, it didn't take long till she spotted it. Using her tail, she made it think it was another mouse and it foolishly followed and with a snap, she got a hold of it as it squirmed around. When she walked back to her little place, she shook it around till it died and released it, watching it drop inside and roll to the back. She smiled that she caught some more food, only to pick up the scent of something strange in the winds.
Realizing the scent was something she never noticed once in her life, she tucked herself away in her hole and kept a slightly alert eye on the area, not wanting her eyes or scent to give her way, so she was lucky no breezes, or winds, carried her scent out of the hole.
Today, the sun was bright, the light leaking through glimpses of the leaves from the tree. There were some clean puddles of water, since last night it rain and she was lucky to block the hole from any of it. She let a light yawn escape her muzzle as she climbed out of her little temporary den and looked around as the breeze combed through her black fur. Her cyan eyes scanned the area as her ears twitched, looked for a snack. Picking up to scent of a mouse, she tracked it down, disappearing in the long grass that looked like it was dry. Once the scent got stronger, it was leading back to the tree she slept under. Following its easy trail, it didn't take long till she spotted it. Using her tail, she made it think it was another mouse and it foolishly followed and with a snap, she got a hold of it as it squirmed around. When she walked back to her little place, she shook it around till it died and released it, watching it drop inside and roll to the back. She smiled that she caught some more food, only to pick up the scent of something strange in the winds.
Realizing the scent was something she never noticed once in her life, she tucked herself away in her hole and kept a slightly alert eye on the area, not wanting her eyes or scent to give her way, so she was lucky no breezes, or winds, carried her scent out of the hole.
Hopefolly
