AU, shifterverse
The woods of Mansfield Abbey gleam with summer. A lark sings in the meadow that leads to the large abbey, a comfortable, homey place, with moss and vines clinging to it.
Oliver hears the birdsong in the birch and oak of the woods and smiles. Then he returns to tracking a fox - not the skin variety, just a dumb beast. He could call the fox to him, but it's not the same.
He can see the scat, and a bit of a footprint in the topsoil here....
A wren attracts his attention and holds it for a spell as he watches its pert movements, the flick of its tail.
This is a day for watching and feeling nothing but goodness, Oliver decides.
Oliver hears the birdsong in the birch and oak of the woods and smiles. Then he returns to tracking a fox - not the skin variety, just a dumb beast. He could call the fox to him, but it's not the same.
He can see the scat, and a bit of a footprint in the topsoil here....
A wren attracts his attention and holds it for a spell as he watches its pert movements, the flick of its tail.
This is a day for watching and feeling nothing but goodness, Oliver decides.