Things were changing quickly in the caldera. The pups were growing like weeds, Towhee was (unsurprisingly to him) pregnant, and it still seemed like new faces were popping up out of the grass.
Cinar still didn't know where he stood among it all. It seemed to him that each time he tried to get an idea of it, his efforts were swiftly stamped out. He didn't hold any of these feelings against the leadership of course, Cinar knew very well that he tended to create his own distress when life became too quiet.
He had taken to scheduling his days. Plotting where he was meant to be for each position of the sun. It soothed him, and made him feel far more productive. It created purpose. For a man born into purpose and grown for it, he thought it was only natural that he would feel this way. Vying for more responsibility, dreaming as large as his mind could stretch.
It was a brief moment of rest now. Cinar lazed within the caldera, his legs comfortably splayed out as he absorbed the season's remaining sunshine. After this he would check on the faces lingering in the territory today, see who might want to talk, see what needed to be done.
A sound, familiar from days in the desert, hit Cinar's ears and sent a front paw moving on instinct. It was only seconds later when his claws were through the scales of a rattlesnake. The creature didn't struggle for very much longer.
Cinar still didn't know where he stood among it all. It seemed to him that each time he tried to get an idea of it, his efforts were swiftly stamped out. He didn't hold any of these feelings against the leadership of course, Cinar knew very well that he tended to create his own distress when life became too quiet.
He had taken to scheduling his days. Plotting where he was meant to be for each position of the sun. It soothed him, and made him feel far more productive. It created purpose. For a man born into purpose and grown for it, he thought it was only natural that he would feel this way. Vying for more responsibility, dreaming as large as his mind could stretch.
It was a brief moment of rest now. Cinar lazed within the caldera, his legs comfortably splayed out as he absorbed the season's remaining sunshine. After this he would check on the faces lingering in the territory today, see who might want to talk, see what needed to be done.
A sound, familiar from days in the desert, hit Cinar's ears and sent a front paw moving on instinct. It was only seconds later when his claws were through the scales of a rattlesnake. The creature didn't struggle for very much longer.
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slither, snake - by Cinar - October 02, 2025, 08:57 PM