Dawn set upon Tussock Meadow like a reader upon a good book, rabid and seeming to move through several chapters in what seems minutes. Pastels of orange and yellow bled into the crisp morning air, delightful to the eye but disappearing quickly until the sky was a bright and uniform blue. Condensation clung to the stalks of grass like summer-lovers, never wanting to let go, but ever-so gradually they dissipated.

Eyes, bright like hues of autumn, watched this glimmering worldy, a sense of admiration and respect coming to the optics. Fire and wind and earth and creature could all harm the fluttering plants and foliage about the meadow, but they were completely immune to the Bahk'reja- the sickness. Lirsche could smell it in the wind and feel it in the dark soil beneath her paws. The world was holding its breath in anticipation for the darkness. It was the calm before the storm. Even the trees, whose bows normally sang with joy and life, were hushed and secretive today, warning of the destruction to come.

But Lirsche could hardly worry about such things as the Bahk'reja right now. The sun was glowing as festivly as ever and the continuance of life was too strong a call. The blood in Lirsche's veins sang of the soil and the sky, of the gods and goddesses who gave birth to the world.

A single, pumpkin-colored ear twitched, catching the soft rustlings of grass. Lirsche licked at her maw absently, the thought of a snack perking her interest. She waited a moment longer, when the rustling got nearer to her curled up form. Muscles tensed before unloading like a spring allowing Lirsche a seemingly unearthly jump that was more up than forward. She came crashing down to the earth, forepaws readied to clamp down upon whatever morsel was creating such a racket. Alas, it was to no avail as Lirsche's paws came up empty.

A prideful scowl set upon her muzzle, though it was only for a short while. Lirsche happily stretched out in the growing sun, relishing in the warmth that the golden rays provided. She rolled over, exposing her creamy underside to the day-star while her darkened limbs stretched and curled up lazily atop her frame.

It was simply a lazy day. A humid Spring day that would bring-forth no real accomplishments or feats. It was the perfect day, in Lirsche's opinion.

Ooc: Oh, my apologies Chels. I just kind let my creativity flow and I had the thought "Well, if they have religions, they might have various words for things that are unique to each species or maybe even a completely different language." So, that's why Bahk'reja is there. It's kind of like... the foxes' name for the virus. But I can take it out if you want. No worries. Just wanted to let you know. C: