Hideaway Strath another round of all the things I've heard before

he thought of the little robin when he pressed beyond the heights. how fall colors and coldness collected along the lands.

he had informed those of la muerte of his desire to stretch their presence slightly. he had headed out to patrol and perhaps hunt through the thick woodlands below them. it would be good to keep eyes on all things around them.

even when his mind dared to teeter elsewhere.

he pressed a paw down into a deer track, then forged onward.