But she leaves the ones that won't let her go
I always hear her voice when she calls
Guided by her tears as they fall
She loves everything and nothing at all
- Everything and Nothing - The Boom Circuits
RE: The nearby plants sparkle with autumn frost.
October 11th; Evening; Broken Clouds; 39.15 ° F, 3.97 ° C
Feet and neck nearly dry from his adventure in the creek, Adelard found his way onto familiar soil. Everywhere, the scents of home were in the air; and, while it all brought him comfort, feelings of unease came with it. At the borders, he swiped his paws on the old gnarled trees and rubbed his sides against the boulders and ferns. What sparkle of frost they had donned in autumn's arrival was now caught in his fur. He might have been gone for most of the day, but there was no mistake in assuming he had left for good. He was here now.
His nostrils stung from the sharp inhales he was taking during his patrol. So far, nothing seemed out of place... Might as well check, though... and, that was something easily done.
A shake of his coat, one more deep breath, and he was ready. His head rose and tilted back, calling out to anyone who thought to be the first to answer: "Good evening... All's clear on the southern border, anything to report?"
He dragged his tongue down the sides of his muzzle, exhaling before falling quiet to listen for a reply. Ears up, eyes sharp.
ADELARD | heat stroke, bring the fire black smoke, I take it higher |