A Hunt to Remember! Zachary Davis Journal

1st of fall, 120


Zach laid relaxed by the main path under on of the huge birch trees of Rimmwood. His ears and tailed twitched every once in a while.The soft breeze blew through his Jet black fur. A strange smell on the wind attracted his attention compelling him to perk his ears, arise from his relaxed day and seek out the bird prey smell. After about half of sunrise he had finally found the source of the smell and squawking. Raising his head ,yet again, he spotted the young human making a silent face to the sky.