Euuuugh, You got me!
The pups had started making some ruckus, and he knew it wouldn't be long before they were actively causing trouble; at least if they were anything like his siblings. Not Torin though, no, he'd always been the quiet cautious one.
Torin stopped outside Jewell's den, dropping the rabbit at the mouth and peering in. "Salut!" He called. "J'ai un cadeau."
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The early morning sun was already well risen and the emerald grass shone like it had its own gentle glow from within. The air felt refrigerated, that same coolness combined with moisture the tiny pup always felt when he approached the vegetation in front of their den. Golden gaze followed each tip and line, and upon the petals of the wild roses sit a hundred beads of water, each one a perfect sphere, brilliant in the morning rays. Each drop sits so lightly, yet together they are enough to cause the bloom to bow toward the earth. So delicate is the flower that even these scatterings of dew are significant. Soon the gentle heat of the morning will send them back to the clouds and the bloom will raise her head, calling to the summer bees. "Stay st-strong." the cub murmured to himself as he examined the buds in the morning light. He was fascinated, a little scientist , his analytical mind creating a million patterns and puzzles with no significant answer for now. The man surprised him, his head was up in the clouds therefor he never realised someone else approached before it was to late. A leap towards the buds, he fell on his paws in the deep grass as the voice made his small paws tremble in surprise. "Waa!"