A cold breeze blew over the dozing Copperhead making her ears twitch. It seeped into her pelt, waking her. She sat upwards and shook the chill out of her. She looked outside of the den. The Great Sakura wasn't visible from there, but she could see its reflection in the lake. As she yawned, her breath puffed out in a foggy cloud. Copperhead was surprised at this. Winter was coming early, meaning prey and herbs would be scarce. It was hard enough living as a young lawless.
She could never stay in one place too long. The older lawless would chase her out of any den she stayed in and steal any prey that she caught. Being young, she could never stand up to them. Now that winter was near, it would be even tougher for her, and it was coming fast.
She grabbed her bags with her teeth. She sat upright and used her forepaws to tighten them around her waist. Then she grabbed her cloak, threw it on her back, and buttoned it around her neck.