Che cosa sto facendo?
01-10-2016, 12:02 AM
(Pre Finch Thread) Starling was starting to get back into the groove of things. Even if it was oddly and annoyingly wet around here, it didn't wash away all the life like winter did. There were still new blossoms, plants returning from their winter's sleep. He felt good, not great, not happy, but he felt good. It was wonderful to hunt again, wonderful to stock his store again. Luckily, his store had been far enough from the rapids to flood, and while it was damp and his furs were wet, it was nothing a little sun couldn't help. So he had set them out to dry while he returned to the new territory to find something to put into his little burrow. He nearly skipped as he did so, far too excited to see what this season would bring and if the wetter climate might bring something new along. Maybe a plant that grew mostly by the water? He could almost giggle he was excited, but instead he just moved quickly, nose to the earth and searching for something exciting. "Talk"" | "Italian" |
