August 29, 2018, 05:55 PM
It was still early in the morning, the sun was low and orange as egg yolk as its light spilled across the dewsoaked copse. He had not traveled far after meeting the gilded prince for despite the fact that he was in the uncomfortable position of traversing the lands between three packs these lands had proven themselves bountiful.
He slept beneath the chilly damp shade of an alder and rose alongside the sun and sought out lesser prey, hoping to have bagged a meal by noontime. The rabbit he found ended in a miserable fumble with a bushel of thorns, but the fat beaver he'd surprised by a small stream was a hearty catch.
He dragged the brown creature beneath the shade of another tree and began to eat.
He slept beneath the chilly damp shade of an alder and rose alongside the sun and sought out lesser prey, hoping to have bagged a meal by noontime. The rabbit he found ended in a miserable fumble with a bushel of thorns, but the fat beaver he'd surprised by a small stream was a hearty catch.
He dragged the brown creature beneath the shade of another tree and began to eat.