Ocean's Breath Plateau Active Intermission

What a quaint stroll. The typical spring day, rife with the scent of fresh bloom and first air by newly sprung grass and reawoken timbers. The spring was a time of courtly jaunts with a brother, or a chase with mates. It could have been so much more bountiful with his brothers, and almost slightly, he missed the bulky hulks. They would enjoy a few romps together in the early springtime, reminiscing their plays as pups and enjoying the excercise- the Ray knew those times were what brought them closer together and related them through blood. 

The most he could do with the woman he kept with him was court her; spring and fresh beginnings for nature brought about that unbelievable feeling. The Odolf could not decide whether it was best for him to do so so soon, but eventually he would have to admit his feelings for her. 

A shedding snowshoe hare bound a few feet up, but it had caught wind of him and scampered off. The partridge that he carried deligently in pale jaws had not. Dawson wondered if Corra appreciated flowers as he brought the plump bird up to the abandoned den. But alas, there, she was not. With discomfort bedding in him rather swiftly, irritation came quite soon after. 
Why could she not stay still? To remain where he knew she would be? She was inevitably forcing him to look for her, and as her guardian, he should not have to do so.

Ceruleans checked about the perimeter before he deftly flung the bird in the very back of the den. Spraying himself across the front of the border entrance, he made it known this was a fresh territory of his own before he lowered his dapper crown down and began his hunt for the wandering woman.