Phoenix Maplewood lentando

Arric wasn't often out of his borders, but a small bit of desperation for calmness bade him leave.

Blue eyes taking in the trees and the plant life and the animals. Fall was precious and beautiful. The sun played with the red undertones of his usual black fur.

He stopped to listen to the birds. And he froze when movwment caught his gaze. A smile lit hia face when he realized who it was.

Ashlar!