Breathe Deep, Stop Time

*Amon* · 12-19-2017, 09:05 PM

Above Amon the aspen trees whispered to one another. He paused his trek along the banks of the river which fed into the broad dam system dominating this area. He wondered what it was they conversed about. What business was so critical that the trees saw fit to discuss? Was it his passing, or the coming of a message from far, far away. Either way, Amon was not privy to the business of trees and decided ultimately not to concern himself with it.

It did, however, remind him how very alive this land was. While the northern continent was swathed in a deep, bitter freeze, there he stood in the balmy, humid weather at the onset of Auster's dry season. For now, thunderstorms remained frequent occurrences in the evenings. It was enough to make him grateful that he had decided to settle his family in a more forgiving climate. Prey ran in great numbers here where winter could not dig in its claws.

Amon looked behind him to find Gulo snuffling along the river bank. The wolverine froze then darted forward, jaws snapping and crunching down upon a small crustacean. Amon watched the small hindquarters of a crawdad disappear into his friend's maw. Amon lifted an eyebrow and the wolverine grinned, ever the opportunist.
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