Where Noses Don't Belong
04-03-2015, 06:34 PM
Winding through the canyon floor, Aksel was sticking his nose in just about ever nook and cranny he could find. This place was great! So many little hidey holes. It was fairly hot but the sun had shifted just far enough that the canyon walls cast a shadow across the floor. The young man was enjoying his stroll, marvelling at the colored bands of stone. Hmmm… could he call this place home perhaps? What would it be like in the winter? Surely cooler and possible evenly quite pleasant. Aksel let out a laugh at the thought of migrating south to this canyon for the winter. Of course there was one little issue. The matter of food… What did one eat down here? Aksel skittered along the river, eyeing the rapids for any sign of fish. speech |