Kintla Flatlands wrapped in life in ultra greens

the Plateau had taken on a melancholy air and Casmir did not like it. he watched how his father was quiet and his mother's eyes grieved -- he had never known junior, and perhaps would not remember the one time he had laid eyes upon her, but the quiver of sorrow in the air perturbed him, as it did the others. keen eyes caught sight of Mordecai departing the borders, and, bored, as well as pleased to be away, the pup followed at a distance.

tall as he was, Casmir was still half-formed and gangly. yet each foray out alone strengthened his body and his senses; he was not as profound a tracker as Eilidh seemed to be, but he was fair at the skill. he lost sight of the Ostrega several times, but the broken stems here and there were testament to Mordecai's trail.

"Moldy-eye!" the boy hooted playfully, jumping from his cover into the shallows as the man dipped his muzzle to drink. "What're you doing?" the boy asked, tail wagging affably behind his hips as he eyes curiously the mud caked on the older wolf's pelts.