It was early morning and Viverri had been hunting most of the night, but she wasn’t particularly sleepy yet. She wasn’t hungry either since she had been lucky in her hunting and even managed to raid a birds nest for desert. Ah... sweet, sweet eggs! In short: life was good. With nothing better to do the small brown genet was poking around trying to find someone or something to bother. With a bit of luck she’d find a male insomniac of her own species and be able to have some fun.
