Moonspear [m] red cloud drifting

After a night spent meandering the lower reaches of the mountain, Talisman climbed a little higher to seek out a good place for a nap. It was very cold, which tempted him to worm into a cozy space of some sort, but the sun shone brightly. Perhaps he could find a good spot to sunbathe? His pale eyes combed the nearby mountainside, trying to make up his mind.

Then a smell wafted into his nose that shoved sleep from his mind entirely. The young coyote followed it like a fish slowly reeled in on a hook. It led him to a small den among the rocks. He ducked his head to peer inside. It took his eyes a moment to adjust but he knew perfectly well who was tucked in the back.

Kusuma…

He’s shooting blanks until the 6th, in case you want to update the timestamp. It’s totally up to you. :)