Kintla Flatlands my travel

With his success at capturing leaves a resounding failure, Mordecai was at least entertained with the fact that he was being entertaining. The break from the tedious, emotional pallor that had engulfed him as of late was a refreshment. Like an old shoe, the behavior fit. It was like a spark of inspiration, one of which had eluded him for many weeks. Whatever the reason, he allowed it to be coaxed out by her laughter, and his smile grew genuinely.

“I used to be better at this, I assure you.” She seemed nice enough, if first impressions were anything of a guess to true nature. He liked to believe they were, anyway. “Do you live around here? I don't come out this way much any more, but I can't say I've seen too many wolves through these parts.” Poising himself for another leaf-catching attempt, he tried to split his attentions evenly between Star and the shedding trees.