Sunset Valley [m] mist of shore

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Some burned when their season came. Astera blossomed. A hint of salt, a hint of meadow on her pelt, the sea wolf skipped over a creek. Pale paws splashing through the runoff, droplets watering the bank.

A bee, early pollinator, glided through the trees. The seabird followed after.

Many, many moons ago, Sunhawk had been here.

Grumba and the One Eyed Nightmare Wyclops were gone, now just distant memories. Sunhawk made a comfortable living after their disappearance, as one does being a bachelor. Eating what he wanted, sleeping where he wanted, and roving where he wished.

But at some point, a lonely bed gets, well... lonely.

He followed the imperiling scent of the season, knowing it likely came with fellow like-minded bachelors. In a scrap, Sunhawk wasn't anyone's definition of a wimp. But he also wasn't Captain America either. It wouldn't take much to overwhelm him and send him looking for gentler climes.

The scent meandered through a creek. Sunhawk glimpsed the owner dancing in the water, skipping out of it and then chasing something through the woods. Gauging his surroundings for competitors, Sunhawk inched closer.

Deciding women loved nothing more than a confident dude, Sunhawk said to hell with it and scampered after her. Hey, whatever happened to conserving your energy?