Blacktail Deer Plateau The heart don't lie

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Atticus awoke as the sun crept up over the treetops, its watery, white-gold light creeping ever so slowly across the forest floor in broken patches. After a big yawn and stretch, he made his way to a nearby stream and, for the first time in ages, bathed himself with more than just the swipe of his tongue. The water was cold and invigorating in an electrifying way, making his heart race, his skin tingle, and his fur stand on end. Autumn was upon them, with winter close at her heels; he could already feel the nip of her frigid teeth in the shallow water.

He shook out his coat, sending a spray of glittering diamonds in every direction and causing his fur to spike and stand out like a cape of inky black quills. Feeling clean and refreshed, he then decided to walk for a while. He had found that doing something, even something as simple as walking, helped him stay grounded and kept his mind from wandering away from him again. If he laid around too much, he would get spacey and distant. Sometimes it did happen in the middle of a task, but it was far less frequent when his mind was focused on something. So he walked and took the time to note any interesting scents or sights.

It was this that brought him to cross paths with Blue Willow, a fresh kill still gripped in her teeth. He noticed the way the sun caught the blue sheen on her fur, the way the ruby blood dripped over her lips, and he was awed by how powerful and lovely she was. With a grin and a waving tail, he greeted her with a gentle touch of his nose to her cheek. "Good morning, Blue."