Mid-day. The Sun is beginning to set over the treeline of a small pond in the central area of the Swamp. A brightly colored rox pokes its head out from behind some brush, scanning the scene for danger. After a moment, the rox, followed by a large red buck, make their way out into the opening."Seems the coast is clear Light." Sunlit Journey nuzzled his little rox and wandered over to the pond, staring at his face in the reflection.
hybridic
totally a week later than I meant to put it up...