Jade Fern Grove the lucky compass

with no real destination in mind, bobcat roams.

at first, it is tracking a small deer herd: one buck and two females; both a little rotund with growing young. a sign he is able to recognize easily now.

and then, it was for the simple joy of stretching his legs. of exploring.

it's overcast when he reaches the grove of emerald and firekissed ferns; the fronds tickling against his legs as he paces thru them. on the air is the smell of damp earth: a rainstorm coming, he suspects.

in case it turns into something worse, he heads towards the heart of the grove, seeking a place to hunker down.