Ask to Join Somber Stones, Buried Bones

Survival demands caution, but greatness requires daring
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The cold of leafbare seemed far from his mind as Kosmo padded down the narrow, cracked streets of Whitehart, but the sunshine filtering through the bare branches overhead was enough to make the day feel pleasant. He moved at a leisurely pace, enjoying the quiet and the crisp pleasantness of the day. High above him, his raven companion soared, her black feathers glinting in the pale sunlight as she circled gracefully before dipping down to guide him along through the trees.

It had been some time since he last ventured into Whitehart, but the neighborhood’s familiar scent lingered in the air - stone, dust, and the faint tang of loamy earth and the grey path. His mismatched eyes drifted between the shadowy alleyways and the Two-Leg dens that lined the street, his ears flicking at the distant sounds of life: the occasional bark of a dog, the rustling of leaves, or the far off call of Two-Leg young.

The raven cawed above him, breaking his reverie, and Kosmo glanced up, watching as she banked toward the stones an old cemetery. She settled with a flutter of wingbeats, tilting her head in his direction before hopping down to inspect something on the ground. Her sharp beak pecked at the freshly deceased body of a chipmunk, its little form splayed lifeless on the path - probably a recent victim of a passing vehicle.

Kosmo smirked, shaking his head fondly at the sight. “You always have a way of finding the freshest snacks, don’t you?” He murmured not thinking that he wasn't even using his usual words, but rather the language of the corvid, his voice light with amusement. The raven looked up briefly, her beady eyes gleaming with satisfaction before she returned to her meal.

He slowed his pace as he approached the entrance to the cemetery, the peaceful silence of the day settling around him like a warm blanket. The sun cast a soft glow over the weathered headstones and the patches of stubborn green grass that had refused to surrender to the winter frost. For a moment, Kosmo simply stood there, savoring the tranquility.

It was days like these - where the world felt still and quiet, but alive in its own way - that reminded him how much he enjoyed wandering for the sake of wandering. To allow his paws to take him someplace new.