Chimera Fields We found to our surprise that he was not fearsome

A thin swath of sunflowers embraced him on his return trip to the strange field, their varying yet towering heights a backdrop to his ranging. It was warm and dry, a break from the humidity that had graced them all thus far. The nights still held fast to just the skightest chill, but when nothing had come of it to suggest the passage of seasons, he had grown used to it. Perhaps it was no wonder with favorable weather that the sunflowers stood so tall, or that their ilk flourished as proudly. It all lent to the companionable ambiance.

He teased the barren line by weaving along the stalks, a leisure stroll for what was turning out to be a lazy day. @Nyx seemed to have risen with the sun and disappeared in with the misty tendrils of the weald, and he, well, he had contented himself with a bit of unattended wandering. For the most part he did not worry about his solitude being interrupted, though company was never hard to find even along the fringes of the wilderness.

As it were, his eyes alighted on another as he dipped and rose from beneath one floral arrangement, a peculiar peltage to stand against verdant earth and bright skies. His steps ceased naturally as he regarded her from a distance, his head canting gently with curiosity. She was a quaint thing, but he was not quite a stranger to the oddities the world offered. To draw her attention, he chuffed, intrigued if the spotted canine would draw near or flee through the meadow that would swallow her so.