Overture Downs Feel quite clean in this new skin that we have grown.

Breccan, on the other hand, didn't often leave Lost Creek Hollow; however, in the time since his parents had been gone on their trip, he had spent more time outside of the borders than usual. There wasn't some hidden, dramatic reason for this -- he wasn't afraid of being abandoned, or anything like that -- but maybe it was simply that he was growing up. He would be a year old in less than a month, and perhaps he was beginning to outgrow the bounds of his home territory. Whatever the case, he wasn't really thinking about it; his paws just started to move, and he let them.

Today, he headed north after ensuring that his younger siblings were under the watchful eye of a competent babysitter. He only meant to go a short distance, to stretch his legs and maybe do a little tracking of the local herds (he was this close to officially becoming a hunter by trade!), and he was fairly focused on this task as he made his way beneath the heavy cloud cover. A glance upward told him that it would likely start raining again before too long, so he was already planning to turn back, but a sound drew him up short.

He stopped, one forepaw suspended in midair, and listened. What he had initially mistaken as the noise of some prey animal turned out to be singing. It wasn't very loud, but he could pinpoint the direction with only a little effort, and as he pivoted he looked up the slope of a nearby hill and spotted a petite grey figure. Ibis was someone he had met as a child, and he knew that she was back within their ranks, but somehow hadn't managed to lay eyes on her until now (he decided to blame it on his little brothers and sisters). He blinked up at her and, with a smile, spoke the first words that came to mind: "Keep singing."