| | Florence.
Florence wandered cautiously through the silent forest. Her footsteps were slow and soft, while her face and ears were alert at all times. As she ducked under a tree, her antlers slightly brushed against the branches, causing a whole load of snow to come toppling down upon her. Florence shook the snow off her, and tried desperately to look for food. Shivering, and starving, Florence found a spare piece of bark, and feebly started to chew. Even though it didn't suffice the longing for food in her stomach,
at least it was something.
( Is anybody free for Florence? Thank you anyway,
L i m e .)
at least it was something.
( Is anybody free for Florence? Thank you anyway,
L i m e .)