The sun hung low in the west, preparing to retire for the day as the sky bruised purple. After a fruitful day of productivity- though not much fulfilment, he had to admit- Berryheart was weaving his nest just outside the warriors den, relishing in the cleanness of his breaths. For so long his inhalations had rattled and crackled that he forgot what a breath without stuttered hitch felt like. And it was pleasant... flowery air pulled in his lungs, eyes resisting the urge to flutter closed and fall into slumber right there upon his half-finished nest.
Let it not be said he was not observant, however; for just as that honeyed pull began to tempt him, there was a prickle along his spine. All felt that bug-crawl beneath their skin, the feeling of eyes on one's back. It was an instinctual response, and not always a correct one- but he chose to glance regardless, such were the whims of his inclinations. In the periphery of dulled eyes stood an ashen pelt, one he had known all his life. "Hello," he murmured, speckled head dipping in greeting. She seemed to be... lingering. Was she seeking conversation?
/ @cinderfrost
Let it not be said he was not observant, however; for just as that honeyed pull began to tempt him, there was a prickle along his spine. All felt that bug-crawl beneath their skin, the feeling of eyes on one's back. It was an instinctual response, and not always a correct one- but he chose to glance regardless, such were the whims of his inclinations. In the periphery of dulled eyes stood an ashen pelt, one he had known all his life. "Hello," he murmured, speckled head dipping in greeting. She seemed to be... lingering. Was she seeking conversation?
/ @cinderfrost
[ PENNED BY PIN ]