SinLigereep

A midnight's hour, where the night is crisp and chilled against the skin, causing the fur of all the forest creatures to bristle for warmth. The season was just starting to really dip into autumn where there was a bite to the wind and the trees' leaves were becoming sun-kissed. Deep in the woods, the smell of earth, leaves, and crisp night air was pleasant. A white fox's nose was pointed to the air as it also caught the hint of sweet smoked wood of a fireplace in the distance. The fox was all white with an eery glow, sticking out in stark contrast to the woods' browns and warm colors. Looking ahead with bright eyes of icey starlight, the fox bounded forward only just skimming the ground with light pawsteps. She had a purpose, a direction, but of what was not yet known to anyone other than herself. Despite the leaves that littered the ground, prime for sounding crackles for any pressure to touch them, her paws did not disturb them. Other creatures' of the forest took no notice of this