The Sound of Silence

It was hard not to see the beauty in the orchards. Everywhere an assortment of pink, red, white and yellow flowers losing their petals to the summer heat. They readied themselves for the fall bounty he supposed, and to make the most out of the season, bees continued the late spring rush for nectar and with them came the mindless hum of their wings as they droned on and on. It was though the arrival of summer brought the male out to play, and it was among the fruit-bearing trees that he found what he was looking for. It was oddly placed, but rightly so, and seemed as though it had been put there just for him to discover. Amidst the chaos of the tangled orchard, and the buzzing of bees, the calls of various song birds and the bright warmth of the sun in the clear blue sky there was a rock formation that he had never seen before. It lay bathed in sun, and seemed just long enough for him to recline on, with a rock back and two more rocks below it to raise it off the ground. A throne of sorts for the fertility king.

Leaping up to take his spot, Alyx lets his blue eyes close as he lowered himself to lay across the stone. Its warmth rose to caress his underbelly, his muscled frame catching the suns rays as he bathed in light. His silvery frame was washed in white from the sun, the tan of his markings seemed bright yellow, his whites were whiter. He practically shone in the darkness of the orchard. Soon he was dozing with his head on his paws, ears listening to the bees as he did. It was peaceful, for now, but he knew eventually there would be a wolf along. His quiet never lasted long.