He was close to the den now. Ears were lowered some as the boy lay on a log basking in the last warm rays of the autumn sunlight. A soft sigh would leave his muzzle, bi-colored eyes of blue and yellow holding a sad look to them as he watched the world around him. The leaves on the trees were different colors now... And the ones that fell crunched oddly underpaw. It was getting colder too... And the boy wondered why. He hadn?t asked his parents yet... But it felt strange.
He wasn?t sure he liked it, to be honest. Ears would lift for a moment as he heard the odd call of a bird in the distance. Head would lift, frowning a little. It sounded like the creature was in pain. With a glance at the den the boy would hop off the log and begin to walk in the direction of the call, curiosity dragging him forward even if he didn?t really want to leave the den.
"Speech"
