And yet, every morning when she woke up and walked to the entrance of her cave, she felt joy in every beat of her heart as the fresh morning air filled her lungs. The birds chirped as though they were talking to her — for birds did not discriminate — the rays of sunlight leaked through the roof of leaves and the morning dew glistened on the grass blades and bushes.
The first order of the day was to always groom her hair and her tail. Her long and straight chestnut hair was kept in an orderly fashion — clean and neat as though she were expecting visitors.
She paid special attention to her tail; its lustrous golden color gleamed in the sunlight and she licked and combed it until all the hairs were sorted out and her tail appeared as smooth as the delicate hair of a noblewoman. And even though she hadn’t been disturbed in many years, her senses were still as sharp as that of any wolf. Her ears constantly searched for careless sounds potential prey Cameraboys live. might make — a drowsy deer in the morning or a panicked rabbit.