by TheWhistlerify » March 5th, 2011, 8:26 am
Nello just shrugged and looked around. The forest was unusually beautiful that day for some reason, and it sounded alive, as crazy as that would sound. Maybe he could use some time on his own. Membo at some point came across a small waterhole and decided to have some water. He stared at his reflection as he drank, and noticed a butterfly flying over and then landing on one of his antlers. He smiled and continued drinking.