The day was as beautiful as ever, dew drops were starting to evaporate. The morning chill was still lingering in the atmosphere, but bits of warm breeze was moving in. Cualtzin stood tall in the forest, casually grazing on some berries in a bush he had stumbled on. His curls flowing in the breeze with every gust of wind that strolled by, as if dancing with it peacefully.
Everything seemed peaceful. Almost perfect in his mind. Pausing to enjoy the view of the land. Birds cheerfully chirped above, he twitched an ear as he listened. Nothing could ruin his day, or that was how he felt at this moment. Though, anything could make it better, he decided with a smirk crossing his muzzle.