The trees rose around Lyre, their branches shaking in the breeze. The whistling song of the birds filled his mind, and he nearly hummed contently to himself. Holding his muzzle close to the ground and opening his mouth ever so slightly, he hoped for the scent of prey to waft near. Ears pricking with confusion, the tom straightened up, the scent of another nearby loner coming into play. Cocking his head curiously, Lyre dove through the foliage, wondering if it was anyone he knew. The tabby walked at an increased pace, fighting a confident smile from his face as he glanced around, trying to catch a glimpse of a pelt or of shining eyes anywhere in the distance.
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