Hushed Willows sugar magnolia

The tingles of fatigue ran rampant all up and down the lengths of him, but a gentle breeze and soft grasses below helped ease it back just a little. While it was far off from the satisfaction of a successful kill, it was something. He had already come to appreciate the smallest of victories, happy to take whatever he could get when he could.

His nose twitched when he smelled his dad's approach, so lazily, the darkest Ostrega rolled upright to prop up on an elbow. He gave a few slow flops of his tail, too as he watched Mordecai fondly. Silas knew he had been busy looking for Pippin lately. "'m trying," he answered through a big yawn. "But not a single catch," with a huff, he tossed his head back down to the grass.