Late afternoon/early evening, Partly cloudy, 14C/57F
The sun had just barely begun it’s slow descent in the sky, turning the clouds a soft pink that reminded the leader there were still a few weeks left in the summer. Despite the fact that he knew that, he had found his first fallen red leaf this morning, and the air today was cooler than it had been all summer. Fall was approaching them, as sad as it made Viorel feel, there was nothing he could do to slow it. Not only that, but it meant that his children were well on their way to growing into adults, gone were their tiny pudgy bodies, and in their place small yearlings were forming.
It was time for a new lesson.
Taking one final lap from the burbling creek Viorel looked to the sky, for the first time in the while feeling a little homesick. Now with the thought of fall coming and behind it winter, it was a twisted reminder how long it had been since the Valle had seen the sea of his birthplace. Setting his jaw firmly, he blinked away from the orangey sky, the memory of sea salt still fresh in his mind. Lifting his muzzle he called for his children, and their mothers, and whoever wanted to join them. He needed to get his mind off his nostalgia, and the only way to do that was to make new memories.