Blacktail Deer Plateau I don't mind if we're alone

Mid-morning, 30˚F, Clear

He had tucked himself away in his den. The temperatures had dipped down last night and this morning it was still cold. The bare spots of his den ground had been too cold and Krarius find himself leaving the confines of it behind to head into the open. A golden sky greeted him like it back in the meadow with the pale beauty.

His heart hammered against his chest at the thought of such beauty.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. They were not here with him and he had no need to work himself up over their appearance when they were a ghost to Krarius now. He steadied his thoughts to the best of his ability — he did not wish to look flushed and bothered in front of anyone who might see him.