whirlwind inside my head

Licking the blood from his paws the great cat rose to his feet to begin the walk back home to the Rustling Thicket where he spent the majority of his time. It provided the perfect cover for him in the autumn and some excellent hunting. Even then however, he was a large beast with a voracious appetite and used to wandering vast swathes of territory.


At the moment Sk?lingr was skirting along the border of a large wolf pack. Not that he cared terribly. The scent markings were meant for other wolves and meant little to the tiger but as he had no great reason to venture in he made no effort to do so. Large wolf packs meant little prey and while the land was pretty it wasn't that unique or impressive. And so the beast would prowl the border before pausing at a stream. Ohhh?. a dip sounded nice. This autumn day was warm and probably one of the last before winter and before he began his trek north to widen his territory.


Throat rumbling in pleasure he laid across the stream, almost effectively blocking it's flow as it was only a few feet wide but he would not linger for too long.


"Speech"

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of silence