Set fire to the rain

Winter had finally unfurled its icy talons and released the world. Summer had begun as spring, with new life forming and shaping around them. The horny season of the world, where the little prey animals ran about in runt and making like there was no tomorrow.

The mark of the unusual winter remained, its frost having killed much of the vegetation that would have begun to gleam now as summer slowly wound along around them. Lorikeet noted this only in regards to her struggle to find soothing, wonderful herbs to help put any playmates she came across in a receptive mood.

Spice lounged across the wolf's broad back as the pair meandered down the lightly flowing river that ran between two hills. The scent of deer lingered in the air, inviting thoughts of dinner. A lazy day, and a lazy, bored pair.