He carefully followed the creek's shore, turning and winding with it. Chamomile had no real idea where he was going (or what he was even doing) but he figured adventure would be found wherever the creek went. That was if he was lucky enough to follow it in the right direction. For a few hours, he moved south and then he turned right back around and followed it north.
By the time he slowed his pace, it was late afternoon. The sun was well hidden behind the clouds and trees and while the temperature was cooling it was not nearly as cold as it had been the past few weeks.
"Spring..." He joyously hummed as he took in the scents around him. It was still too cold for him to go frolicking in meadows but soon! Or so he hoped.
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