OPHELIA
heaven help a fool who falls in love
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: auto; width: 420px;][justify][font=georgia][color=#FFF0D4]Ophelia didn't actually know how to hunt, which made her decision to stalk around the area outside of the camp and try to find mice a somewhat ridiculous thing. All she had done so far was get cold, and feel more hungry because she had been moving and wasting energy. The puppy had been at it for a good fifteen minutes, her ears perked for the sound of small animals shuffling around in the snow. But whenever she heard the soft shuffling, she would get so excited that she would either trip in the snow or scare it away by charging at it like a maniac. She had just done the latter when she also tripped in the snow, falling on her face. With a groan of frustration, Ophelia picked herself up and sat back on her haunches, wondering if maybe it would be a good idea to ask someone to help her learn how to hunt- because she had absolutely no idea.