song of spring

The evening had swallowed up the day, night was creeping across the sky as little stars began to appear in the dark sky. Frogs could be heard in the trees, their croaking growing louder and more frequent as more of them joined in the chorus. The sounds helped to draw little Angel from the den. His silvery eyes adjusted to the darkness with ease, his Klein genes showing through, as he dipped out from the den. Much more confident tonight than he had been the first few times he had emerged before.

Curiosity overtook him as mismatched paws padded against the pathway, his features to the sky as he looked for the perpetrators of the raucous noise. He shuffled closer to a thick tree nearby, one that was bent at an angle. Carefully using his golden claws to gain purchase, Angel attempted to make his way up, searching for the monsters that were calling in the forest. Never expecting them to be tiny frogs.


"Speech"