Ravensblood Forest Life Has It’s Ups and Downs

Setting: Evening/Sunset — 18:00. 72 degrees — Clear skies and humid.

@Midge

Donovan’s massive paws move him adjacent to a smaller stream that flows lazily through the forest he now calls home. The sun shows mottled splotches of sunspots throughout the forest floor. Or at least the bits of sunlight that are lucky enough to get past the thick canopy of the Sequoias and other miscellaneous trees above. The brindled male allows himself to dip his front half down into a bow to begin lapping up the clear water of the lazy, shallow river. Golden hues lift upwards to scan the horizon around him. All the while the splotches of sun paint his striped pelt beautiful shades of canary yellow by the suns rays, his muscles shift beneath his impressive coat as he finally comes up from his bowed position. His black tongue flicks out over seated whiskers and his gaze is alert. He looks positively dangerous.