Foxy foxy

@Autumn

Fleetscut strode through the mountain range, looking for something. For what he didn't know, but he was happy to do it. His steps were rangy and merry as he practically danced up the mountainside. It was a good day to be alive after all. There was crisp air, blue sky and fluffy white clouds. Though there was a chill in the air, what more could he ask for. It was beautiful and he was alive, alive and breathing happily.

He shifted his weight and continued on his merry way. He hummed under his breath softly as he went. Far to optimistic to let anything bring him down. Oh no not him, nothing could bring him down today.