shades of cool

@Fox ;)

If it weren't for the mantle of clouds that veiled the sun at that time in the afternoon, Finn would've been obliged to take a dip in the lake to keep fresh. Although in the silver boy's mind there was no one 'fresher' than him. He had the looks and the swag charisma to spare.

He was laying under the shade of a big tree, his eyes fluttering lazily from side to side. There was not another living thing in sight, and honestly Finn couldn't care less. After the close call he had had with a cougar just a couple of days before he was relieved to have a little time for himself.

Of course he kept his initial mission at the back of his mind. After he had strayed from his mother's side, he had been determined in roaming the lands, seeing all there was to see behind the mountan range that had confined him for the majority of his life, peeing in every tree and if possible finding ladies to charm. Now if only the heat of the afternoon would fade he could be on his paws again, sticking his nose in all the wrong places.