Aloft

Akselle stalked along the branch of a large oak tree, his tail swaying lightly back and forth as he strode confidently along it. He slid his belly gracefully along the branch and then, claws extended, he began to scratch. His limbs moved in short, jarring motions as he sharpened his claws and left his scent upon the tree. He'd been wary of the island at first with it's northern placement but he was finding he was settling in quite well. Of course, it still required more exploration.

Akselle licked lightly at his right paw, his mismatched eyes eyeing a set of chickadees huddled up in a nearby pine. He licked his lips but opted to let them be. He had no problem killing for sport but he had other matters to attend to.  Leaping from the oak branch he landed in another pine tree a little less gracefully, letting out a squeak as he started to slip off the branch. His tail waving madly he managed to pull himself up.  Looking around carefully he dipped his head to lick at his paws feeling quite sure that no one had seen that.