Hushed Willows sugar magnolia

An afternoon chasing rabbits up and down a grassy hillock he'd sniffed out still left him empty-handed. Some days he did better than others, and evidently, this day was not one of them. Each lagomorph had been quicker than the one before it, and the whole lot of them managed to duck just out of reach or outmaneuver him just enough.

So without another rabbit in sight for the time being, he huffed a tired sigh and let himself flop down into the plush grasses to wallow in his momentary defeat. He sprawled out his long legs, stretched, and gave a frustrated little groan to no one and nothing in particular. Yet, he still felt the weight of everything bearing down, even now as his bright eyes trailed up the clouds dotting the otherwise blue skies.