Did you at least bring a casserole?

*Gideon* · (This post was last modified: 06-27-2016, 09:06 PM by Gideon.)

The day was brisk, and Gideon found himself surprisingly refreshed by it. It was not too cold, nor was is overcast, and for the first time in a long time the air around him was free of that bone-chilling damp. The world was well-lit by the golden morning sun, just now beginning to melt away the frost of last night's sleep. He stopped in his morning jog to stretch out a knot in his back. This nook was not his, he lacked any manner of strength to defend it, but he liked it all the same. There was enough small game here to feed him and there were plenty of tangles and nooks to tuck himself away into at night. He'd slowly startled whittling away his favorites to decide on a permanent home.

The one downside was the visitors. He considered them as such only because to some degree his considered this place 'his.' He would not voice it aloud nor admit to why he was perpetually unhappy to see new faces, but the dour personality and bad weather had so far done the job of driving them away. He feared this beautiful day, and the optimism it was bound to create. He kept one eye always to the horizon and an ear cocked behind him as his ran along his daily path, just seeing what the new day might have in store for him. He was not one for being startled, or appearing affected either, and an unexpected visitor would probably do both.

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