Cricket Creek Bog fragile stuff, all show

the afternoon is warm with warm sunshine that touches upon his back before it escapes and pirouettes behind a cloud that drifts too near; as if it were playing hide n' seek. having caught the scent of a pack claim to the north with borders well marked ridgeback seeks to avoid it. this drove him into the arms of the bog; loamy earth and pools of fresh water with a symphony of cricket and grasshopper song. he recoils a paw, suddenly, as a grasshopper flits away, brushing his foreleg. a glimpse down is given, followed by the close assumption that he'd almost squashed it. attention returns to the pool in his line of sight that he'd been heading to and when he reaches it he bows his head to take a deep drink of the cool and fresh water.