Well, the cherry orchard had been a bust which in truth didn't come as much of a surprise to Leumier. Spring meant babies and with the constant mewling of demanding little balls of fur possibly luring in the attention of unwanted guest, expecting mothers and those already popped would be den bound. Their vigilant guardians straying no farther than a stone toss away leaving the pale Ashrelle with little chance of running into another despite, the powerful scents that remained a heavy constant in the air. In the end the fruit bearing trees offered little more than a glutton induced stomach ache, a pink stained muzzle with a matching set of paws and a dead end.
Onto the next.
Pretty shaped leaves crunched and smushed beneath the weight of Leu's paws with each step, an occasionally lowering of his head to playfully nip at the fallen vegetation and toss them about showcasing the puppish behavior that lingered well into his second year of life. Some habits just died hard, y'know? At least his lack of results hadn't dampened his mood, nor the lingering ache in his gut from all those cherries he ate. Ugh, nasty little buggers those things could be. Nothing a quick drink couldn't fix, though, and luckily for him pale ears picked up on the gentle and quaint trickle of a stream long ago. The flowing source of water kept strategically upon his left side through the treeline.
Ivory limbs altered their steps accordingly, heavy paws sinking slightly into the softening soil underfoot the closer Leu grew to the water's edge. A quick peer around with narrowed lids ensured nothing or nobody would jump out from the shadows while he stole a drink, cautiously lowering his head to allow a salmon tongue to lap at the water's surface and bring cool, refreshing water down his parched throat.