Swiftcurrent Creek Spent a few years drowning in vodka

@Constantine sorry for the wait!

Vibrant orbs of green flicked toward the water, ears tipped forward upon his crown to listen to the rush and shifting of small rivulets on the creek's surface; he could see his own reflection, morphing strangely with the passing of chilled liquid that rippled and tumbled. He stared long and hard, gaze piercing and searching for something beyond his reach, something that could not quite be placed, but he did not find what he was looking for. The smoky traveller reached down, angular features lit by what remained of the afternoon's sun, and pelt ruffled by the caress of the autumn wind - it was an almost pleasant feeling. Almost. His salmon tongue escaped from the confines of his muzzle, lapping up the water and feeling its icy touch trickle down his throat.

Only once the dryness in his mouth had been healed did he step back, lowering himself onto his haunches and wrapping his tail around his rear. The Valento watched the sun as it began to lower in the sky, drenching the canopy above in washes of vivid orange, red, intertwined with the cool blue of the earlier hours; perhaps he would have enjoyed the sight, but his mind was locked in other memories.

"Find yourself. I believe in you, my son."