Hushed Willows oh, the earth fueled the flame

hi @Tavi

The heat of the day was reason enough to venture to the lower climes that the Keep laid claim to. Though the still bare canopies of the woodland did not offer much in the way of shade, there were points where the trees were close enough together to cast long lines across the earth. Here the surge of greenery came and stretched, though how long it would be before things returned to whatever state of normal they had been in was beyond him.

His ranging to that lower zone had not been entirely to escape the summery warmth; the cougar was on his mind. He wondered if had moved on too, driven away by the turn of the herds and of the wolves it had relentlessly picked off one by one. He had never ventured to the south on his hunt and now as he breached the southern quarter of the Keep, his eyes instinctively moved to study those bare canopies as though he would find the cat lounging in wait.

It was not there and so, he moved on to follow the rest of the border.

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