Honeyed Pasture windsong

One of the last times Charon took the trip down from Stavanger Bay, intent to live upon Moonspear from this moment on. His body ached from the many miles he'd travelled as of late, particularly considering the healing scabs still on his right shoulder and back. The scabs and wounds across the rest of his body had healed, leaving behind no scars, but his shoulder and back were still healing. Beside that, Charon presently felt stiff from the many miles he'd walked between the Bay and Moonspear. Hopefully this would be one of the last times.

While he trotted through Honeyed pasture, Charon found himself longing for a snack. Food from the Bay's caches had either been moved or finished, and so he now found his stomach grumbling. If he didn't find anything quick, Charon could always just head on down to Moonspear and hunt there, but it was worth a shot.

Geese flew on overhead just as he picked up their scent, making that chance moot. Charon put his nose to the ground to try and find a new scent trail. He soon picked up the scent of rabbits, and figured a warren was nearby; he followed the scent, nose to the ground, hoping that he'd end up at the warren soon and hoping he'd be able to catch one of them.