Blackfeather Woods the road ahead feels lonely

He wandered again on this day, leaving Zharille space to be alone with her brood. Some days he thought of himself as an intrusion, and kept his distance. 

Khaba was not a stranger to these woods. In fact, he enjoyed visiting here. It was a place of solace. Many responsibilities lay upon his shoulders at the lake. But, here he could be at peace; he could have some freedom.

At a slow, leisurely pace, he lumbered beneath the long branches. The shade was pleasant, as it kept the sun from burning against his murky fur. The air carried a light breeze, even, ruffling his fur. He reveled in it. At least... while he still could.