Golden Glade The Colour Red

He wrinkled his nose at her words, lurching up to snap at her though it was quite clear that there was no intention of making contact. He stood, shaking out his fur.

"It's the height of autumn - practically the best weather of the year." He said, speaking as though such a thing should have been obvious. "I felt I should enjoy the leaves before they're covered by the snow."

Turning his head to lap at his long legs, he only hoped that his coat was clean of bugs.