of rain. The sky was clearing, returning to its original robin egg blue color.
The gray clouds were slowly being whisked away by gentle breezes.
Jedd slowly paced through the forest of these sad trees, his pale eyes
flickering with a rather peculiar peace of mind. His deep gray and black
threaded pelt was lightly salted with the rains, glistening softly where
spots of sunlight reached through the canopy of the pleach underbrush.
This is was he wanted. The quiet. The birds began to emerge from hiding,
returning to their feeding areas; their social grounds. Songs rang through
the air at variable pitches, and his right ear listened to them as he lowered
his head to a minuscule puddle, lapping up the cool liquid from which the clouds
had dropped. Bringing his head back up, the creature breathed in, nose testing
the air. There were small creatures abound, continuing to feed just as the
birds were doing. With a flick of his charcoal dusted tail, he crept forth, right
ear perked and tuned into the forest of willows. He waited to see or hear
prey.