(Lol, guys he's already back at the den. He never stepped into the territory. He put his paw out but took it back.)
Rythm stood up. His toes sunk in the damp grass as he strode out of the den. Stretching, he looked like he was play bowing. He sat in the camp. Not very active for dawn. Rolling his shoulder blades, he shrugged it off. He would go hunting. His paw felt a little better, for it was numb and he could not feel pain from the delicate poppy seeds he ate. Striding out of camp, he lifted into flight, raising a paw to pull down his flying googles. The teal contrasted with his brown and maroon colored fur.
His fur whipped in the fury of the great wind. Oh how happy he was in the sky. He could see the massive mountains at the horizon. The sun was just peaking above them, and he thought he would burts from the beauty of it all. The trees became more distant, and for a second he forgot all his worries and about hunting. The huge fluffy coulds floated happily above his head, contrasting with the red and oragne toned sky. He inhaled greatly and closed his eyes, doing a quick backflip, just to show off to himself.
