Year 757 of The New Age,
A glimpse of sunlight caught against him, hitting him as if Heaven had fallen apart. Morning was not a favourite of times, particularly for this very reason, the sun. He was always facing away from it yet it still always got in his eyes, it was annoying, frankly. Sometimes he wished he could yank the sun from the sky and throw it down a hole. He couldn't of course, for two very obvious reasons: the sun was big and hot, and he was too distracted with other matters. Soft dew drops and a few pieces of light snow clung to his fur like a lonely puppy as he ran, not stopping even for all the birds in the trees, nor the fish that so very rudely jumped around in the water, splashing the river water at him as he passed. He frowned the whole journey but it was well worth it, he stood atop a cliff now, being as quiet as possible as he looked down at the Point Splinter.
His favourite place to relax, it was a nice view of the few Fawnlings that had a