He'd been enjoying the quiet. It still seemed like a good deal of stress had finally evaporated once the move and associated drama had come and gone. That didn't mean things were perfect -- he hadn't seen Phoebe around in what seemed like ages now, but Vasa had gone off in search of her, so hopefully the two sisters would return home soon together. What it did mean was that he could actually feel like he was enjoying life -- at least for this brief moment -- even if summer was being summery and bright and warm. The trees certainly helped on that latter part.
Quixote was sniffing around, eager to find something edible and fresh to bring back to his family. Certainly he could dig something up from the cache, but he'd always tried to have that as the backup plan rather than his first choice. If he didn't find anything, then maybe he'd end up over at the borders, do a patrol, then pick something up on the way home. From his experience last year he knew that children grew like weeds, so they'd be scarfing down what seemed like unreasonable amounts of food soon enough. This batch wasn't there quite yet though, but that didn't mean he wanted to slack. What would he find today? Not geese, at least.
Quixote was sniffing around, eager to find something edible and fresh to bring back to his family. Certainly he could dig something up from the cache, but he'd always tried to have that as the backup plan rather than his first choice. If he didn't find anything, then maybe he'd end up over at the borders, do a patrol, then pick something up on the way home. From his experience last year he knew that children grew like weeds, so they'd be scarfing down what seemed like unreasonable amounts of food soon enough. This batch wasn't there quite yet though, but that didn't mean he wanted to slack. What would he find today? Not geese, at least.
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