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[Iron]

(He too, thought himself the only one up and about at this hour.)

The panther rode him hard.

Iron knows this is why Wine left him. His sister craved her original shape that much more than he did. His need to be panther had driven them apart and naturally he thought of her first thing this morning. How she’d look next to him in the dew with it gathering in beads on her eyelashes and fur. But Iron is alone and in his panther form as he slinks through the dewdrops and thoughts of his sister.

He finds distraction in a trio of mice scared up from the dirt.

Two are quick to scamper away but the last is not so fortunate and finds itself trapped between his paws. Iron toys with the mouse as any cat would, big or not. Teases it with the chance to scamper off and find it’s brethren but the mouse is frozen in fright. In one fell swoop, his jaws descend upon it with a crunch and a crack and he swallows the poor morsel, bones and all. He’d consider it a morning snack to tide him over.

Bored but slightly satisfied, the panther flips over onto his back and stares up at the sky. Clouds go scudding by. Overcast, he thinks since there is no one around to say it to. Perfect for napping, especially if it rains. Iron could find a good tree than with a suitable branch to stretch out on and nap to the sound of the rain falling down through the leaves. It brings a lazy toothy smile to his face as his tail snaps to and fro in the grass beside him, ever seeming to have a mind of its own.

But a commotion nearby disturbs him from his simple reverie and he jerks upright in a quick roll to his haunches before slanting his shoulders down in a classic stalking stance. Iron moves forward in a stealthy crouch because there is something odd going on with the grass. It is performing a curious dance in the air and grass should not be spiraling about separate from the dirt it should be anchored in. His yellow eyes are big and round in shock as he looks on - -

Now the grass braids itself together and flowers join the mix as if pulled from the very air! Iron let slip a small growl of surprise as he raised himself up to see better and spotted the roan mare. Could she be the one manipulating the grass and flowers into a crown for herself? He couldn’t help it so he called out to her - “Are you doing that?” Panther or stallion, his curiosity got the better of him for the moment.

@[Volcan]