Sun Mote Copse ravenflight

He woke early, long before first light to make his necessary rounds within the grove. Ar-Khalba particularly enjoyed moments like this when he would walk alone in silence through the grove, brisk winter air filling his lungs with every deep breath he took. In this early hour, everything was still in the morning haze. There was something about a nice, quiet place that Ar-Khalba found particulalry appealing. It was peaceful there. The only sound that rose to Ar-Khalba's ears was the soft cruching of snow beneath his paws as he blazed a trail through his grove.

The thought that someone might join him never crossed his mind. Usually, no one did. The time of morning's birth was usually saved for just himself. But, when he heard the sound of footsteps through the snow, Ar-Khalba altered his course and made his way torward the sound. He could smell her. Her presence was undeniable. "Eshamun?" Ar-Khalba spoke into the darkness. His voice, soft as morning itself.