Tabitha Canario
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With the breeze ruffling his red auburn fur like invisible fingers going through it as he ran through the heavily lush forest, Kaleb basked in the warm sun. He jumped over fallen trees easily, his tail brushing over the mossy covered trunks on purpose to leave his sweet scent for his companions to follow. He knew he didn't need to but just in case he did it anyways as his paws raced him through the scattered bunched together trees with ease and familiarity.
'Even being out for three weeks I still feel like its the first day running,' Kaleb thought with a wistful sigh, dodging a sudden bush that came out from behind a much larger tree trunk.
The sharp barbs reached its claws at him as he past, snagging a small part of his tail's furred tip but he was running too fast for it to make him become ensnared within its wispy branches, instead only pulling out a few hairs. It wasn't long before he reached the river, its rushing waters hidden behind a cluster of berry bushes and oak trees. He easily leapt over the bushes, his jaw grabbing a few of the tasty blackberries as he past by before his paws touched softer much fuller grass with a thud as he landed. He curled around to watch for his followers, his eyes watching the bushes while his muzzle lifted to scent the air, the smell of fresh water and trout filling his sensitive nose instantly with the first deep breath.
The rather shallow river, only about four feet deep and six feet wide, wasn't moving fast as the time of year still was a bit cooler for the snowy mountain tops to yet melt and fill its channels with the freezing liquid that replenishment the land. The fish were coming out of their hiding though and since the water was low, it was the best time to hunt for the tasty creatures. He much preferred the rough meat of deer or the richer fare of moose but the scaly feel of fish was something easy to hunt and plenty now basked in the suns rays unsuspecting of their predators.
'Even being out for three weeks I still feel like its the first day running,' Kaleb thought with a wistful sigh, dodging a sudden bush that came out from behind a much larger tree trunk.
The sharp barbs reached its claws at him as he past, snagging a small part of his tail's furred tip but he was running too fast for it to make him become ensnared within its wispy branches, instead only pulling out a few hairs. It wasn't long before he reached the river, its rushing waters hidden behind a cluster of berry bushes and oak trees. He easily leapt over the bushes, his jaw grabbing a few of the tasty blackberries as he past by before his paws touched softer much fuller grass with a thud as he landed. He curled around to watch for his followers, his eyes watching the bushes while his muzzle lifted to scent the air, the smell of fresh water and trout filling his sensitive nose instantly with the first deep breath.
The rather shallow river, only about four feet deep and six feet wide, wasn't moving fast as the time of year still was a bit cooler for the snowy mountain tops to yet melt and fill its channels with the freezing liquid that replenishment the land. The fish were coming out of their hiding though and since the water was low, it was the best time to hunt for the tasty creatures. He much preferred the rough meat of deer or the richer fare of moose but the scaly feel of fish was something easy to hunt and plenty now basked in the suns rays unsuspecting of their predators.