Nimbus Summit It's only water and sand

What a day! Caracal should’ve been exhausted by the morning’s events but he was wired instead. Now that he was left to his own devices again, he didn’t know quite what to do with himself or all this energy. He fidgeted his way toward the foot of the mountain, an idea hitting him as his lithe red paws struck even ground.

With a little yip, the yearling bounded forward, breaking into a gallop. His ankle barely bothered him as he picked up speed, running so fast his ears flattened to his head and his tongue lolled from his mouth. The twilight air cooled and darkened around him, yet still he did not tire as he circled the mount.

He might’ve done a lap or two if he hadn’t crossed paths with someone walking this way. Caracal skidded to a halt, panting as he jogged to close the distance between himself and the stranger. He huffed a breath as came to a halt, tail waving as he dipped his vulpine snout.

Heya, I’m Caracal!