Redtail Rise leggiero

Though her scent permeated the territory and he knew she called, Ashlar also knew that others answered. Others who would give her warriors that he could not... and wasn't sure he wanted... to give.

Of course he would not fight for her. He was happy that she had found so many willing to and that was enough. The lonely sensation returned, but it was tempered with the memory of play. If nothing else, at least he had something to give.

When the springtime sun gilds all it sees
And the shadows fade into the mornin'

He sang quietly while he worked at uncovering the roots he had found, forepaws coated in dirt.

As the flowers bow down, give their thanks to the bees
So do I give my thanks to the learnin'

Hmm. He wasn't sure. He liked the pattern of the song, but that wasn't quite what he wanted it to be about. He could pronounce "learning" to rhyme if he did so oddly, and he didn't mind it, but he knew there was a better phrases to be found. He fell silent, considering other words with a thoughtful expression.