The Sunspire a basket of fruit

Set in the internal territory of "Eldershade Grove". Open to anyone! Would like to use this for Naturalist but that is optional.

The edge of the creek was his only company today, at least thus far. He tested the water with a quick dip of his paw, and found the fluid to be chilled to the touch (go figure); perfect for satiating his thirst. After attending to this need, Caravaggio set about following the snaking creek-line through the fern-laden forest; pausing to sniff at various rogue scents, or to simply stare up at the pale light which filtered through the trees.

About those trees — there were many of them, and they were varied in a manner that made him love the mountainside all the more. Thick trunks with gnarled skin; tiny shoots which would one day become monolithic if left to their own devices; narrow bands of white with black barring, like stones poking through the snow; the variety held upon the Sunspire was almost unfathomable to him. With the boy so enthralled by the mere presence of trees, he was unaware of the stranger creeping along nearby; however, Caravaggio would no doubt find them to be just as beautiful.

The Sunspire was home to many natural treasures, and while Eldershade Grove was not Summer's favorite of these from an aesthetic standpoint, it was certainly one of his favorite training grounds. The gnarled roots and labyrinth of tree trunks and undergrowth were perfect for practicing both his endurance and agility, while darting around, over and under was a great workout for his muscles as well. Even if he could spare no time to do anything else that day, a thirty minute run through the Grove always left him feeling satisfyingly sore and exhausted.

Such was the Ostrega's intention that day as well as he wove swiftly through the tangled woods. He had not expected to come across a packmate during his work out, though - especially one he'd never seen before. Summer skidded to a stop just after leaping down into the soft loam from a tall, thick tree root. His eyes narrowed as he spied the outline of a wolf between the trees, swathed in grays and charcoals with patches of beige. Not wanting to disturb him, but also feeling compelled to greet him, Summer chuffed lightly at him to get his attention.