He had crossed beautiful deciduous forests. Forests of pine and heavy fog. Tangled forests with forgotten ruins. He had smelt bear, elk and horse. Now he was in a new place. A very loud and active place of birds and bugs. It was hot here and the land soft and loose. Ahead at a great lake Aningaat sees the incredibly vibrant birds in the hundreds, scattered all in the water, the lakebed, the trees!

Arriving far later than the rest, Aningaat stumbles on tired legs a bit close before falling to a lazy sit. He needed a break, evident in his labored breaths. Besides, the rest were just over there, which meant he was close enough. Their so bright He exclaimed on the birds between little pants.