Blacktail Deer Plateau Warm winds of summer's wreckage

Title's from a Henry Rollins quote: "We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost." :)

It would be a few weeks yet before autumn made its way into the wilds, yet Peregrine could taste its crisp flavor in the air as he strode through the woods this September day. The late afternoon sunlight slanted through the trees like ethereal rods of gold, causing him to squint as he passed from sunlight into shadow, from shadow into sunlight. He did not walk in any particular direction, nor for any particular purpose. The Alpha male simply strolled through his kingdom, musing over this and that and keeping an eye out for any opportunity, be it socializing, hunting or something perhaps more unexpected.