Ruth sat with her back against the trunk of a tree a rather worn leather book in her hands. She was about half way through this book and her glasses slid slightly down her nose as she shifted to turn the page. Lifting a small grey and white paw, she gently pushed her glasses up her nose and settled back into reading.
Her ears flicked lightly to the sound of almost nothing near by her. it was fall and most of the birds had fled for warmer areas so the singing of birds wasn't as noticeably. Her bristly looking tail flicked lightly, a small movement. her fur was thick and dense and always had been so she often didn't worry too much about the early bites of fall.
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Faekat Guild
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