Cassiopeia's View Use the rocks to show where the frame will go.

It was almost a slip and slide going down the mountain, and he couldn't quite stop thr small bark of hearty laughter as he slid downward. Death who cared if it was imminent, he was having a blast.

The sun was warm on his black fur and it sparked against the green of his eyes. Which he had to close at the onslaught for a minute. Finally, he stopped and ahook his fur a jolly smile on his maw.

He continued on his way to the deer. Watching, searching. They chewed at the pine needles and he wondered if they tastwd good? Were they chewy? Didn't they get stuck in their teeth.