[/html]Hope the setting works out for you, I figured a nondescript locale in the dampwoods would work out. Apologies for the delay too, my life is about as random as it gets right now so I was waylaid for a day or two in getting this up! <3
The wind seemed to hiss through the thick cover of the trees, though it was barely anything more than a breeze. To Era, it was hissing. As he scaled and crawled around and over thick branches in pursuit of nothing at all, he may as well have been imagining he was climbing and scaling a tangle of snakes to the sky. And honestly, he may have been in his own head. The bark beneath his scuffed and calloused hands could have been the thick and strong scales of a snake, if not, a snake-like monster.
He ignored the leaves in the way as he coiled around a crooked branch wide-eyed and wild; the younger, thinner branches snapped easily as he raked his arm length-wise down one tree limb to move them. Not quite a fan of heights, he had yet to look down to see just how far he had come. It was reckless of him and he had fallen from trees on more than one occasion, but Era was driven by the strangest of desires at times. So what could have compelled him this time? What had captured his eye now, of all things?
Swinging one leg over a narrow limb, he hoisted himself up to straddle it with relative ease, though the movement itself was awkward. He climbed like a child did to a playground set, with an ascertained newness every time, almost as though he had yet to entirely master how the very motions worked themselves, or how gravity would cause him to react. Considerable effort and attention went into it, though in wavering spurts.
Green eyes alight with the fire of a closer summer sun, a slow grin spread the length of his maw. It bordered going toothy, but he had yet to be cocky after his prize. Scooting only a few inches at a time he made his way out from the safety and secureness of the thick trunk, legs locked together at the ankles as if that would save him if the branch decided to throw him at the ground.
When the time was right, he lunged an arm forward with precision and speed straight into a squirrel's nest. Chances were, he wouldn't find anything inside of it, but sometimes he got lucky. Sometimes there were surprising little things to find in there, and by surprising little things, he knew sometimes they had food: themselves. It didn't matter if he randomly caught a full grown squirrel or the babies, food was food, and he wasn't picky.
But this time he was not so fortunate. Upon pulling the nest free from it's cradled place and tearing it apart, he found nothing. Just a mess of twigs and leaves and old fur. No bones or old residents or young to be found. Disgusted with his luck and the time wasted, the earthy coyote flung the nest at the ground with gusto -- and almost came down behind it.
