Jade Fern Grove the broken, beating heart

Byleth woke to the sounds of birds, chirping and chittering, loud in his ears. It was fall, he considered, no such time for this sort of thing, and yet they persisted.

The slender young man raised his head to stare up into the branches, tail spooled over his haunches. Ever since he had come here, aching in his chest, he had enjoyed it. Which, had been last night, but this place had…something.

He quite liked it.

He hauled his body to its feet, dipping his head low to pull up a bit of moss. Should he leave, he wanted to remember this. This place, this moment, everything. He took a deep inhale of the morning air, and ducked into the brush to find a meal.