Zedric sat under a tree on the damp ground, he huffed at a leaf which had yellowed and fallen off the tree and onto his face, he used one of his front legs to try and scrape it off. It was apparent now that winter would follow up on autumns grasp on the world. That would leave him cold and with no company in this strange land.
'What am I going to do?' He thought to himself.
No-one had yet passed him in this secluded spot. Thank God. Everyone seemed so sure of themselves and they also seemed to know others around them, and they were tall. Very tall. He was not used to living in a land of giants as far as his memory stretched. He could not recall much.
Was he the short odd one out with mismatched eyes? The last in the pile. maybe he was missing something in this strange land. He didn't know much about what he was but he did know there were giants, maybe there were some of his kind which he considered 'normal' height roaming around. Why had he missed them?
Give him the chance and he'd have so much to ask.
