Northstar Vale Sweet

Rhonen much like a pup his age, was oblivous to the world around him. Except for what held his attention. Which happened to be the leaf. 

He pounced and trounced through them, thinking he was following only one, but knowing that as more stirred up he probably lost track quite a few times of the one he had started with, but that was all okay. All leaves made that crunchy sound and they all blew so well.

When he caught the last one finally. He crowed his delight. I ggggot yyyyou nnnow! There was no one to hear his stutter out here.

He bowed his head as he had seen his father do. His body large and brutish like him. Then he looked around for a new leaf to chase. Perhaps that red one or the orange one?