Heron Lake Plateau The things that you wasted time on

Cinder had experienced none of the woes that Kaala had - none of the loss, or the pain, and it was because of this that he maintained his bouncy attitude, waltzing around the domain of the redhawks with a goofy smile painted across his youthful face. His tail, a thin silver plume, stuck out at his rear, swaying nonchalantly with each soft step he took. The little Blackthorn was having a rather nice day, to put it simply.

But it was cold.

He saw her only when he was near; his leathery nose had been left unused, and he'd been far too wrapped up in watching the clouds gather and then part like an array of ashen dancers. The stranger's coat reminded him of a forest in autumn, with various shades of wooden brown and the soft orange of leaves. "Hey!" The youngster called out eagerly, increasing his pace in an attempt to catch up to her.