Post by Jim Grim on Jan 5, 2009 16:03:41 GMT -5
Reddal the hare stood on the edge of daylight, staring into the darkness of the cave. It was a frosty spring morning, and there weren't many signs of life across the steppes. If he squinted, Reddal could make out smoke rising in the distance; possibly the remains of somebeast's campfire. It didn't bother him to much, but he generally avoided company, and there was always the chance it could be a band of roving vermin. He was really interested in the cave. He had never tried cave-exploring before, and as usual, he felt he needed to take a plunge into the unknown. He would rest awhile, and fill up his stocks of water from the nearby river, before beggining his explorations...