Hushed Willows I wake up screaming from dreaming one day I'll watch as you're leaving

A whine squeaked out the back of his throat as his jaws parted into a yawn. A trail of vapor billowing away only to be replaced with his steady breathing.

A cold day to be sure.

Rising from the hollow he had chosen for a nap, he blinked fiercely against the sunlight. Rising with a leisurely stretch of willowy legs. With a brisk shake to clear his pelt of snow and debris, he took a moment to acclimate to the waking world.

In that moment he caught wind of Reverie. Orientating himself with her scent, he strode into the wood. Ears swiveling, he listened. Beyond the crunch of his own footfall, there was a breeze through the branches overhead. A distant caw of some corvid type bird and the rare squirrel chattering as he passed. And soon, there were footsteps that were not his own.


Through the glade soon came view of the familiar gilded pelt of the Coach. Kyrell moved to join her in the clearing. Emerald eyes catching the prize she held close. Looks like you had a good morning there!