Post by Griffin on Jun 25, 2014 15:47:44 GMT -6
She looked behind her, and took the long ways home, treading through the forest and meandering past the swamp, in a way that was confusing for a follower. When Griffin knew she was near her den, the dilute calico broke out to a sprint, jumping past a fallen log. She arrived at her den of woven grass, blowing in the slight wind. Griffin ducked past the opening and crawled in, sitting in her shelter. The she-cat lifted a paws and licked it. There was nothing to do, so she started grooming herself.
