Heron Lake Plateau So excuse us while we sing to the sky

AW!

Grey clouds filled the sky when the young Blackthorn finally exited the den, boredom having crawled into his mind. In places a chink of light passed through, shining a golden beam onto the ground where Cinder walked and lit up his slightly damp coat. Despite the wash of ashen hues above, the air was still a little warm, summer's touch still present. The day was moderately gloomy for a warm day, but although it dampened the grass it failed to dampen Cinder's spirit!

He was in a wandering mood. His brother was off doing something, somewhere and so the youngster decided to take this opportunity to explore and perhaps come across another face.