The wind had picked up, skittering little waves across the surface of the lake. Clouds overhead promised rain in the near future, and Seeker’s nose was lifted skyward. Now the vegetation had begun to take on a ruddy tint, Seeker camouflaged much better than in the warmer seasons. His hunting was in full swing, and he eyed a large white swan sailing by speculatively, hardly hungry but always interested in pitting himself against a new kind of prey. He padded around by the bank, watching the swan head out to a small island.
Huh. Was there… Seeker’s sharp emerald gaze studied the surface of the water. His head tilted. There was - underwater after the rains, but there was a way to that little island.
“Theo?” He called, in the low, tentative voice he used when on unfamiliar ground. So far, he hadn’t exactly met anybody here who he’d hit it off with. He was starting to believe that braving the crowds of the Hillside Sanctuary might be better than facing one hostile stranger after another.
But the island inflamed his curousity, and he let out a bark for Theodore so he could come and see it as well.
Apr 07, 2018 06:36 AM
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