Sun Mote Copse from dusk until dawn

When dusk turned to dawn, and night turned to day, Digit was there to enjoy the beautiful scenery. The sky was signed in rebirth, with the dawn of a new day recolouring the early hours with a bright yellow, a warm orange and a crimson red. It was a great sight to behold. In the distance, a large tree was cloaked in the shadows, bringing a welcoming contrast to the scenery. Even further was a staggering mountain rage, walling the world and bringing in the physical boundaries of travel.

The tiny Mexican female sat down, in awe, lacking the words to properly describe it all. Her tongue was tied and her ears were swept forward. Tail was quietly curled around her front paws. It was this little moment that everything seemed to be perfect.