*Doesn't know the url for Xanthus cert* sweatdrop
On a nice warm day on the savannah with the sun beating down a young male trotted through the grass while singing. To him his singing was good but to anyone listening near by the words coming from his mouth made no sense and didn't go along with the tune at all. "Tops tree in the, cubby bye a rock. Rock will limbs the, blows wind the when. fall will limbs the, breaks bow the when. All and limbs, cubby come will down and." The young male kept on singing as he weaved through the grass. He was cheerful even though his dark fur was heating up under the rays of the sun. He enjoyed exploring though he usually had to go alone unless he wanted to be guarded over by his parents. Leaving his parents however was a bad habit he learned from his brother and while he thought it was good it was dangerous.
