Autumn Riot
The beach's seasons didn't vary so much. In the summer there would be the odd couple days when the sand was so hot it could fry his very paws and the sun would beam down on him, baking his fur, and in the winter there would be blustering winds and frigid water - the perfect recipe for a cold. Then there was everything in between - autumn and spring. The seasons appeared quite different outside of the beach, where he found many fallen leaves of fiery, sunset hues crunching under-paw. Was that a negative of his home, having the beach remain the same over the course of the year except for the rise and fall of temperature? Well, it's not like he was locked to the shore; there was the prairie as well, which surely boasted a spectacular display throughout spring when all the flowers bloomed. Like today, he had chosen to venture out, travelling a bit further than usual. With winter on its way, he'd have to forage for what remained of herbs before the snow crushed them, even if that meant trekking far. Hopefully the upcoming winter would soon pass; he just couldn't wait to smell the strong aroma of flowers in the fields.
His paws had brought him to a woodland with a magnificent waterfall being the highlight of the region. From the falls lead streams that flowed into smaller and calmer pools. There were many, though the first one his bronze gaze spotted he decided to drink from. Lazily, he lumbered towards the chosen pool of water, admiring the waterfall as he passed by it. When he had reached the bank, he gave his body a stretch, allowing a quiet sigh of relief to slip from his lips. Slowly, he lowered his head, briefly jiggling his hindquarters and swishing his tail randomly. Perhaps it was the coolness of the water that energised him, like as if the cold shocked him each time it entered his mouth. He took his sweet time getting a drink, savouring every gulp that slithered down his dry throat. Mid-drink, he heard the light pattering of paw-steps approaching him, and he momentarily registered their scent. "Sister," he greeted with a small smile, turning his head around so he could gaze at her silver and lavender form. "Have you come for a drink as well?"
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