Verdant Basin This Gun's For Hire

Sunlight filtered in through the canopies of the trees, as their green leafed arms reached towards the sky. Eternally reaching. Never resting. Trees. The light filtered amongst the small holes, dancing along the lush ground, playing peek a boo with shaggy brown paws.

Caressed, and touched upon broad shoulders, scarred face. Though there was still the bones of beauty there. Proof incarnate, that he had been her favorite. Large paw steps, landing silent, gentle against the ground warmed by the lights.

Water near his side, the light danced along the silvery sheen. Touching upon the fish that jumped and leaped from the water. Wildlife cricked and called to one another. Running, frightened. Scared. Death was in the air. He stood russet paws on broken sticks. Smell of fish and metal in his nose.

White and yellow dustings curled around tattered and torn ears, sunk into russet brown fur. Blood dripped from a maw of pearly white teeth, evidence of the hare he had just consumed.

Eyes as scarlet as the copse upon his lips took in the area around. She was dead and there would be hell to pay, because he had no master anymore.