Wild Berry Meadow yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

The sun sits in a harbor of clouds in the sky -- noon, even at it’s highest, when its heat should burden the backs of voyagers, it cowers in dismayed subservience to the changing weather. Not even the birds sang, now; they, too, drove to more temperate, nurturing pastures to avoid the acrid clutches of the cold. The only song which echoed across the even terrain was silence -- a vacuous absence of sound which seemed cacophonous as it traveled with the heightened acoustics of the season, so loud even it hummed against his gnarled ears. His advent to the Teekon preserve was to unearth the whereabouts of his siblings, moreso his sister, as she had been the only source of steadiness in his life he had grown to rely upon. At some point, they had departed -- been untangled by the capricious tides of life, tugged on an opposite wave to embark, if only briefly, different avenues of existence. Though her presence was something he could not live without. Her companionship made him feel somewhat grounded -- he was yet unawares as to why every second felt as though he were trying to swim in a typhoon -- but having her close seemed to, for whatever reason, stop all that. Still the waters in which he desperately desired to stay afloat. A small sigh exhaled from his mauve lips, as he paused in the meadow. He focused on the verdure swaying erratically beneath his large paws, and slowly, he closed his eyes as he endeavored to calm the disquiet in his chest. Electra -- his heart echoed, then suddenly -- what was this? His nose twitched, teased by the dullness of her scent. His head whipped around, gaze snapping open as his voice rose above the wintry silence -- “Electr-- !” He is stopped by a mirage of silvery fur as realization catches his words in his teeth, “oh, I-- I’m sorry, I thought you were... someone else,” he said, meekly, his eyes downcasting in disappointment and a tinge of embarrassment.