Rising Sun Valley You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

the boy had wandered a little far, perhaps, but his wanderings seldom didn't. In all, his outing had been rather unsuccessful thus far, and when a crisp wind buffeted his rapidly thickening fur, he sighed and considered turning back the way he had come. Back home, what the dark wood truly was to him, now. But he was growing quickly, as was his sense of adventure, and the wood could hardly hold him now. 

Sticking his muzzle into a patch of herbs that smelt particularly fragrant, he pulled back with a disappointed sigh when he noticed that the frost had already claimed them, as it had most, if not all, of the herbs already. He was perhaps a tad bitter over the winter claiming his favourite hobby, yet he supposed he could always explore. 

He he withdrew his muzzle, planting himself with a plop on the faded earth and surveying the herbs with disappointment, fully prepared to trek back empty handed.

@Freyja!