Angrat hated this time of year. The falling leaves did not strike her as appealing. When she did think about autumn, she could mildly appreciate its hallmarks, rot and decay.
At least one cheerful thought, fall meant things would soon get frosty.
42 words. Inspired by the Shapeshifting 13 Challenge prompt:
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The tale means more if you’re familiar with Angrat’s history here, I guess. She’s a fairly regular recurring character.