Honeyed Pasture quoth the raven "swag galore" freestyle rapping at my door

:D

He wasn't ready to travel too far from his nieces just yet, but the urge to venture was growing unbearable. His injured leg was healed, save for the hitch in his stride that would always remind him of the fall from Nocturne Summit, and he promised himself only a quick expedition that would have him back by nightfall. Floki traced a familiar route towards the ocean, though he knew that his paws wouldn't touch the sand on this trip.

The grass elongated around him, their dry stalks brushing against his sides as he moved. His tongue lolled from his mouth; it was hotter than he had anticipated, and the sun was relentless. He prepared to turn back towards Moonspear and seek the shade of its forested slopes but a swaying of the vegetation drew his attention and he paused; from his vantage point, he couldn't see the she-wolf taking a drink, but his hackles lifted nonetheless.