Fairspell Meadow See and Wait

@Pancakes here you go :3

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Early morning dew made the tall meadowgrass and blooming wildflowers slick, and as short of stature as Louis was, his easy lope through it soon left his fur dappled in fine beads of water mixed with pollen. He didn't mind.

He loved this time of day, when mist could still be seen gathered in the lowlands, and the sky smattered in hues of pastel pinks and yellows. Before the heat of the summer sun had set in, but just beyond the chill of night. There was a little poetry in that, he thought, pausing to watch the insects wake up, too, and set about their own daily routines.

Usually he'd chase them, a pup-like habit he'd never outgrown. But this morning he felt no such ambition. Just a little too lonely, he supposed, and was content to observe the creatures who's lives must be so very different from his own. Crickets and grasshoppers and beetles and bees, what must it all be like for them?