*Bexley*
The fresh air cools my cheeks and helps clear my mind as I crunch through the freshly fallen snow out in the forest. It seems thicker out here, unlike the garden where it was a light dusting. I’m not trying to be quiet so that I can sneak up on any animals at the moment, so I let my footsteps c***k, sending an echo through the forest.
I find one of my favorite spots, an area where I’ve been watching a family of foxes until recently. They were living in a log, but I haven’t seen them in a few days. I’ve seen more large prints out here recently, and I think something must’ve scared them off.
I’ve been suspicious that the larger pawprints are from a wolf—or several, honestly. I see a lot of those tracks out here, but I’ve never seen a wolf. With everything that’s happened recently
