( ☾ ) beneath the clear blue sky of the chilled autumn day, the river winds its way through the landscape, a silver ribbon of soft moving water. muted hues of copper and gold still cling to the skeletal trees above, rattling in a crisp wind that carries scents of damp earth and decaying foliage. across the water, a solitary heron stands stoically at the water's edge, its silhouette mirrored in the gently waving water. willowroot sits with her eldest children in a quite niche of the territory, a soft yawn stretching her jaws as she presses against stormy and earthen hued furs. she reaches out lazily to lap her tongue across hazewish's unruly pelt, smoothing the locks of fluff. "i hope you two know how proud i am of you," she murmurs, tipping her head to bonk it gently against mosspool's own. "you grew up in such difficult times. my brave minnows."
there is a softness and lack of guard rarely seen in the slinky smoke as she shares tongues with her children. eventually they will get up to hunt, crouching over the river with cheerful chirps and competition like fire in their blood. for now, willowroot has issued a mandatory rest time.
// silly lil bonding thread @Hazepaw @Mosspool
there is a softness and lack of guard rarely seen in the slinky smoke as she shares tongues with her children. eventually they will get up to hunt, crouching over the river with cheerful chirps and competition like fire in their blood. for now, willowroot has issued a mandatory rest time.
// silly lil bonding thread @Hazepaw @Mosspool