MitsukiCrowne

S-475 slipped through the bracken that scraped at their fluffy mane. Once they were through that, they climbed the rocky slope that overlooked their home. The sweet scent of pine drifted through the enclosure. The scent was coming from the inner clearing. A warm, wintry(snow was in patches all around the cavern) bonfire blazed in the center, a small wooden basket just feet(...or paws, in the stygians case) above, full of pine needles. The basket was dark underneath, likely from stray bits of fur that had blown off of S-457’s white, fluffy mane that had drifted to the fire, making it jump a bit higher, or maybe sparks from their tail had drifted to the fire when it had lit up, fueling the fire further. Speaking of, their markings glowed a bit brighter as they approached their den, the tip of their tail sparking to life, embers tinkling on the stone floor. Well, you couldn't call it a den, as it was more of a bed or nest. It was a small divot in the stone floor, surrounded by moss and