I want to do to you, what Spring does to the cherry trees~ Nov 10, 2019 2:04:21 GMT
Post by Judah on Nov 10, 2019 2:04:21 GMT
Judah heaved a sharp breath past his lips as he hoisted his rucksack off his shoulder and plopped it onto the dry sand. He took a second to rotate his shoulder blades, stretching his sinewy pelt over them tightly and then relaxing his muscles to relieve the ache of the strap that had dug into him. The sable gent stared out over the ocean as it lapped softly at the shore, it was notably quiet and he attributed that to the fair weather that had rolled in finally. Spring had begun to usher in warmth while pushing out the last chill of Winter, and he could not be any happier. Their food stores were flourishing as more sea life began to blossom, his basket now getting much fuller each time he swept through his usual hunting areas. The wading pools would soon be bursting with life, and the changing of the seasons truly could not have been better timed as he now had an entire other pack to feed. It had been only about a week or so and Judah was already feeling the weight of his responsibilities boring down onto him, though he would never waste his breath to complain. Rather, he viewed times like this as a perfect opportunity to prove himself within his role as Hunter, and so he kept his head down and his nose to the grind.
Although, this morning he had some other plans.
In about an hour the sun would begin to crest over the horizon and he intended to share the spectacular view with someone else this morning. First, however, he needed to set the scene. He nosed around inside his rucksack and pulled out a colorful beach towel that he had swiped from the summer before and stashed it away within his cave, sometimes using it during the colder months. With a little trial and error, and fighting against the wind, he was able to spread it out flat and pushed pawfuls of sand over the corners so that it would stay in place. Once satisfied that the beach towel wasn't going to get blown away, he grabbed the handles of his rucksack and trot over to the rock face of the cove, stuffing the bag into a small crevice to protect it from the hungry gulls.
Pleased with his arrangement, he quickly made his way back within the cove and navigated the tunnel halls to the cave where most of the Crabs were still snoozing away peacefully, most notably the younger pups that were snuggled around the shepherd mix that he had come for.
He padded as softly as he could over to her, lowering his head close to hers so that he could whisper, "Syra, beautiful, wake up." he cooed, hoping he had not disturbed her charges.
Syracuse hope this is enough to go off of, feel free to give a short reply and Judah will lead her down to the beach