Shadowwyn Moor Shade

It'd been sunny when he departed the hollow that morning, though the heavens had clouded considerably by midday. Artyom pressed on along one of its creeks, content to cool his travel-worn paws in the more shallow reaches. Despite the dull sky and his thinned Summer pelage, the heat continued to be a bother. He yearned for rain or thunder to clear the humidity that hung in the air, but the days ticked by and his wish failed to come true.

The sight of a pale-furred stranger caused his golden ears to lift, and mahogany eyes swept curiously over her trim figure as she picked her way across the moor. Curious, Artyom veered into her line of sight to present himself to her in an opportunity to converse if she wished, yet he breathed no word until he was sure she would welcome his company.