The late evening held a grainy glow to it akin to a dying ember. The sky had ceased in its display of intense color and ebbed in to something more subdued; the first stars blinking in to existence. They woke while the world below drifted off to sleep. With the stars came Hassun — precocious, almost languid steps, and a scrutinizing gaze to top it all off. He rose from beneath a copse of trees where he had been hiding, finding it most advantageous to sleep away the heat of summer and wait for the cool nights. The feline knew that the night was his playground.
As soon as he was up and slinking, he doubled back around the tree which served as his shelter. With a shuffle the lynx proceeded to walk and spray, leaving behind odorous urine. Once that was attended to, he began to slip between the trees, stopping only once to inspect a cluster of ferns. There was an odd scent nearby but... He couldn't quite place what it was. How strange.