Big Salmon Lake Edge of Time

For a long while, Pyro simply observed how all the different colors lit up the landscape. The air was so fresh, filling his lungs with life and tranquility. It seemed unlikely that anything could break this peace, this stillness, even when the background was filled with all the noises from the smaller creatures waking from a cold night. He could make out finches chirping and squirrels digging up pinecones from the undergrowth. A paradise.

It didn't break even when the golden boy barked for Pyro's attention. He smiled and waved with his tail, signaling that he was cool with sharing the moment. In fact, something in the male's eyes was calling for him to move closer. Cold night, huh? he said with a friendly smile, and rose to shake the rest of the snow from his back. I'm Pyro, what's your name?