Broken Boulder a little reflection

AW! || June 7th, Late Morning, Partly Cloudy.

It had rained earlier that morning and now all that was left was the damp earth and the low hanging clouds. He did not hide in the dens from the wet weather, instead, he lounged outside on a rogue slab of stone. Ulf imagined it would have been warm had a summer drizzle not cooled it off.

He was content — happy — in that moment. Somewhere in the distance birds were chattering but he couldn't be bothered to look for them. Perhaps he was being a bit selfish, taking advantage of the Sanctuary caring for him but he couldn't think of what else to do that summer morning.