The day was like most in the forest, With the heat sweltering whatever ground was not cooled by shade. The wind gently pushed against the trees, Forcing dead and weak leaves from the branches. The leaves covered most of the ground, And fell onto the heads of creatures of the alive and undead variety. Torch had been asleep, Nestled against her dad in the nest. The sound of birds woke her, And she let her body arch and stretch with a roar. She growled and grumbled as she cracked her limbs, Something she enjoyed doing when waking up. It made her feel more limber. She prowled around on all fours, Going outside of the cave and feeling the warm suns rays hitting her skin.

Her eyes diligently scanned the forest, Looking for any threats, When they caught on you. Her entire life, She had been greeted by dangers of feral rabid and hungry beasts, Mostly animals but a few were stumbling and bumbling rotted corpses that resembled her own shape.. But you didn't seem to be one of them. She was still alert, Staying very low to the ground as she observed you from a distance.