Heatless
Here's a bit of microfiction inspired by art from pandalover on fa: i wonder if he's all right.  "mother russia, mother russia..." ivan sang as he jogged down the sidewalk alongside tank.
Defining Oneself (Otherwise Untitled)
The fox's mother settled her glare somewhere between his blindingly cyan dyed ears and immodestly short skirt as she struggled to find words of helpful admonishment from amongst the giggles she could only just contain.
Cold Rumble (Otherwise Untitled)
The badger's confidence in his own motorcycle husbandry skills melted a bit more with each shuddering cough of the engine and prickle of the blizzard seeping into his gloves.
Appeasing Shadow (Otherwise Untitled)
By how eagerly the eagle regarded the silhouette of his fiance in the door frame, it was clear that who to love one of the few lessons he'd declined to learn from his parents.
Basilisk's Opportunity (Otherwise Untitled)
The basilisk let a stillness linger for a moment while smoke wisped up from the muzzle of the emptied shotgun before letting out a malevolent chuckle and reply with a voice like glass being made to flow, "This is why my wife doesn't answer the door...
Crafting (Otherwise Untitled)
As the kobold's fingers rocked the noose back and forth her thoughts meandered through the absence of any remaining reasons for delay.
Practice, Practice, Practice (Otherwise Untitled)
Though the weight of being a pallbearer had become familiar to the otter's hands, his heart carried each burden as though it were his first.
Ping (Otherwise Untitled)
The long forgotten beacon strained to muster another warning pulse from failing power cells, nearby debris anxious to remind passing ships of its presence with no such urgency.
Penmanship (Otherwise Untitled)
The pilot's handwriting got more harried as the air pressure dropped low enough to start impacting the pen's ability to lay down the words she'd forgotten to say.
Unprepared Hiding (Otherwise Untitled)
The deafening realization of an empty magazine in his rifle did little to distract the coyote from the footfalls of the intruders searching his ship.
Damp Sand (Otherwise Untitled)
The ferret's two-way radio crackled with a silence that drowned out the patter of his blood soaking into the hot sand.
Warm hum of anxious night (Otherwise Untitled)
The gryphon's knuckles were starting to ache and she wasn't sure who's blood she was tasting; in the din of the street light she'd just about trade her badge for another pair of handcuffs.