adventure time

"Finch!" He had called at the mouth of the den, called for her to show her something. A small adventure for the family’s most timid. He knew it was hard to get her from the den, but he hoped that maybe he could be a small support for her, hopefully help her venture out into the world and learn that not everything tried to bite like the snakes in their homes. He would venture away from the packlands, feeling the same panic he always felt when he knew he had slipped out of the borders.  It hadn’t been long since he had found this place, and it was only by fluke. He had been out, searching for new colors and new plants of spring that hadn’t nor wouldn’t grow in their little corner of the world. It was fascinating to him, the more he saw, the beautiful things that not everyone seemed to see. It hadn’t dawned on Starling just yet that these pretty little things could do some good for them. They were just eye candy right now, nothing more and nothing less. He moved with ease, following a trail he had laid before. He had become a good little tracker of his own pawprints, after he had lost himself for several hours and was unable to get home. He knew where to lay his paws to make the best pawprints, where to brush against a tree to get a tuff of his shedding winter coat into the bark. It didn’t take very long for them to arrive, and it still took his breath away. The colors of the spring trees against the bright midafternoon sky, it sent chills through his body. "Look Finch, isn’t it beautiful?" He breathed, a bright smile on his lips.

"Burn Baby Burn"