Secluded Spring stutter my flow

March 27th, Morning, Broken Clouds, 14 ° F, -10 ° C

He dared to slip away from @Lekalta's side for a moment. The male needed a moment to himself. He may have been strong-willed this year but that didn't make her perfume any less suffocating. It would be over soon, right? She was too friendly, too bubbly for him to keep up with sometimes. Deacon almost felt like sometimes she invited him only to shoo him away with innocent words.

One of his large paws swung aimlessly at a loose stone just to watch it tumble only a foot away. There was no purpose to his actions, doing things just to do them. He should have been being productive. Certainly there was something to track or maybe shelter to look for. Even plans to be made.

Did he do any of that, though? Of course not. Instead, he let out a huff and allowed his rear to plant down onto the earth below him.