Blue Monday
The way the rain played a soft melody of pitter-patter on the soggy earth brought tranquility to the man. It eased him into a subdued state. The combination of the cool autumn air was the cherry on top of it all. It almost brought a smile to his muzzle.
Frustration broke the serene atmosphere. The wings of frightened birds beat at the rainy air as their caws and chirps sounded the alarm. The wolf blinked rapidly, his brow furrowing as he pinpointed the source of this disturbance. Not too far a darken figure grumbled to themselves. The male's furrowed crown shifted as one brow rose in contemplation. She seemed quite vexed by the plant at her paws. It seemed like the perfect time for Valkorion to interrupt her little chore.
He covered the ground fairly quickly, but he did not rush. Perhaps she noticed his fiery figuring strolling through the waterlogged meadow, or maybe she remained transfixed on her task at hand. From her diligent excavating, he would have bet on the latter. "Rather a soggy day to be out herb hunting," his voice was deep and utterly calm. He knew the wet soil made it easier to pull the roots free, but it could also be a double-edged sword. "Is there a deadline for this task, or did opportunity strike?" He asked, curious of her answer and if her irritation spilled over to the innocent bypasser. "Let the darkness sleep"
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