Blacktail Deer Plateau We will welcome summer's ghost

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." :)

Tagging: @Blue Willow

One of the season's last storms rolled in from over the distant ocean, making its way inland deeper into the wilds. Peregrine watched it from his perch at the edge of the plateau, though he moved backward into the woods before the rain could start to fall. He retreated into a thicket, where he curled up to wait out the storm. He didn't mean to fall asleep, yet the summer rain hypnotized him.

He woke perhaps thirty minutes later, just in time to catch the last of the storm as it drifted toward distances unknowable. The Alpha male stood, shook out his damp coat and stepped out of the thicket. The air was dim and slightly thick. Despite his nap, he felt foggy and sleepy. Since it would not be long before the light failed completely, Peregrine began to walk deeper into the woods, ready to find Fox or Lasher (or both), maybe get frisky, then bed down for the evening.