The Kirsa lay belly-up in the sun of midday. She had been asleep, dreaming of a feast of rabbits, rats, and birds... All pristine and fresh, and all for her- it had been raining meat. She was pretty sure it was the best dream ever until a cloud had revealed the bright sunlight above her... It had been that that woke her up.
Woke her up, but she didn't move. The fox was busy calibrating herself to wakefulness, and trying to get her eyes to work again... She squinted at a patch of sky away from the sun and just lay there for a bit.
"Now... this is the life..." she sighed quite happily, unwilling to move.
