like changing seasons

The arrival of spring was a welcome change of scenery for Áki. Though the harsh cold of winter was familiar to him, the gradually rising temperatures and the sound of birdsong in the air was pleasing to his soul. He found himself traversing the unfamiliar lands with ease, thankful for the warmth of sunshine upon his back as he traveled. It was rare for him to stay in one place for long, and Alacritia would be no exception to that rule; today he found himself wandering amongst the growth of young redbud trees and various shrubbery that had begun to grow.

It was a beautiful sight, truly. The small trees had already begun to sprout vibrant magenta buds, brilliant in all their splendor, growing amongst the decaying and burnt trees that had once made up this forest. It seemed a bit desolate here, despite the life that spring was breathing into the land, but Áki had no room for complaints. Tail would flick behind his massive frame, his nose twitching as he took in the scents of the nook. Tilting his head to the sky, he noted its position almost directly overhead. The day was young still, and he inhaled sharply, content to simply wander until something more interesting captured his attention