So, with an outward sigh he had left the safety of his den and headed off to search of something fishy to eat. With spring now upon them, he was just waiting for the rest of the animals to wake from their hibernation so he could feast on little babies and the like. Spring was always a good time for food and he looked forward to the warmer weather too. He might be cold on the inside but outside he still didn’t much like the temperature. The downside however was that with the warmer weather soon upon he’d begin to shed his winter coat; up until now it had disguised just how skinny he really was and he was going to miss looking more bulky then he was in reality. He had hoped that his coming of age would suddenly put meat on his bones, make him stocky like Valiant or Valtyr had been; but it appeared he was always going to be tall... tall and skinny. Were it not for his handsome face, he’d have been almost comical looking.
His paws continued on the path he had trodden so many times this winter. The snow was still present in places, but the trees were already beginning to grow their buds. Grass contrasted the white and brown patches of the earth in small parts and he noticed how much the area was already changing. He’d only seen it in winter, so it was interesting to note what changes were occurring; tree watching was clearly something his mind found interesting.
He had been about to head down towards the creek when something caught his eye. He left his path and headed a little further into the thicket; a place he hadn’t been for some time, not since he stole the den from Rebecca. There, hidden within a rather prickly bush was the first flower he had seen. He had no idea what it was already doing out; the air was still so cold and spring had only just begun a few days ago now, but there it was, bold as brass- a single, yellow buttercup. Perplexed by the idea that something could have grown so soon, he sauntered forwards and lowered his head to simply look at the bright flower. <b>”How strange...”</b> he whispered to himself and with his rear sticking in the air, and nose to the ground, he stretched out a front limb and thrust it into the prickles as he tried to touch the flower... just to make sure he wasn’t imagining things.
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