Honeyed Pasture windsong

Moonspear people 100% welcome to kidnap recruit Jura. Otherwise/also all welcome!

As the sun rose over the western reaches, Jura was busying himself with tracking down some grub. The grumbling discomfort had been enough to rouse him from his coveted slumber. He blinked sleepy blue eyes up at the mid-morning sky with a huff. Then, a mouth gaping yawn struck him, and the breath escaping his lungs manifested in a loud, drawn-out groan of satisfaction. He stretched his legs waaay out and splayed his toes before rising fully to stand on all four paws. Jura quickly shook the dirt and grass from his pelt before heading out of the shade and onto the plains.

In the distance, above the dew-laden grasses, he could see the steam rising off the backs of a few bedded down does; standing watch, deadly tines rising tall above their heads, were the stags. Certainly not. Jura wets his lips and looks elsewhere for a meal. A cacaphony of honking calls reach his ears and they twitch, swiveling to follow the sound while his eyes catch up. Geese, heading south for warmer wintering grounds, pass noisily by against a backdrop of blue and white.

Jura frowns as his stomach gurgles. He pivots on his front paw, turns left, and puts his nose to the ground in search of a scent trail.