Firefly Ravine One year old and counting.

Zephyr was indeed up, and actually already out and about. He didn't know what a special day it was, but as luck would have it Rain had popped into his head the moment he woke up. He'd moved dens in order to be closer to them if they were to call for him, but right now he wasn't in the hollow fallen log he claimed as home. The ebony giant was out hunting.... Kind of. He knew his wolfdog daughter was rather partial to fish, and so there he was sitting patiently next to the river. Two decently sized fish were behind him, lying still and limp and just waiting to be fed to the lively female. He'd hoped to get a good couple, as to feed not only Rain and Lyric but himself too.... Didn't look like it was happening. He'd eat four fish to himself at the least, and he was sure Lyric would eat a few as well. He kept his grassy eyes trained on the water, waiting for a fish to get within his striking range.