Pretty pretty butterflies!

How long had Horton been traveling. Too many different lands and all new. The scents that came with the new lands were also so very strange for the wolf. Dusk was setting in, giving the beloved moon time in it's natural throne. To Horton it should never be so bright and bold out like it normally was. But Horton had to keep on trucking and that's what Horton planned to do. Now that night was setting in. The scent that drifted from the large wolf was of coffee, oh how the wolf enjoyed a delicious cup of coffee, or hell coffee beans for that matter.

"Oh, hallo." The tail danced around rapidly as a owl from the trees watched the stranger, giving a hoot every now and again before flying down and catching a rabbit, in turn caused Horton to feel sick. The german words flowing freely. "Ekelhaft. Wie kann man so ein Essen genießen? Oder Fleisch überhaupt. Igitt!"

Stomach now turning, head dipped down to the rabbit who squeeled within the talons of the owl. Beginning to feel nauseous the wolf turned away, not wanting to hear the last cries of the rabbit. Ears pinned back tightly against Hortons skull, blocking out the cries. The rabbit did not deserve that fate. The owl feasted as Horton turned away, moving as fast as paws could carry Horton into the grapevine cathedral.

Take a cup and forget about everything for a few minutes
'Thinking.' || "Talking." || 'Hearing.'