She came out into the dim morning lights and took a deep breath. Most would find the smell of decaying wood and leaves disgusting, but to Bringing Rain, it smelled like home. Smells meant different things to different creatures, and well... Rain could smell beyond that. She smelled the last of the autumn flowers blooming before the bitter months of winter claimed them. She smelled the dew that gathered on the leaves of the trees in this bright morning.Stretching herself out, the doe wandered further into the swamp, looking for something suitable for breakfast this early in the morning. Her blue eyes glanced this way and that as she jumped up onto a fallen tree, walking along it to keep herself out of the mud. Mud and Bringing Rain didn't mix very well right as she woke up.
A small hint of sun had woken him from his slumber; a sliver of warming golden red slanting against his closed eye. His shimmering eyes had opened and begun the arduous task of waking. It was only as his last hoof touched the ground that the air of tiredness had been shaken from his mind and muscles.