Moon Cloud walked through the swamp, searching for that wild lynx of his went to. Following the paw prints that led towards the bramble where Sun Fire liked to sleep. Kneeling down, the buck spotted some color out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look and spotted a doe with such colors that he couldn't stop staring.
A growl from the brambles pulled his attention a little bit. The reddish lynx knew what the kimeti was staring at. It was the reason he went over here. Sun Fire tries to play match maker for Moon Cloud, especially when the doe is colorful. The gray buck stood up, mud clinging to his lower legs as he moved towards the doe.
Foxfire Dance appeared to have unwittingly stepped into a bit of a trap, though whether it was a good or a bad trap remained to be seen. She had been nibbling on a tasty bit of tree fungus when she stepped on a half-rotted bit of old tree root. Thinking perhaps that there might be some equally tasty grubs within she had proceeded to try and kick the thing open... which drowned out the buck's watery approach.
