Tumble

It’s late Autumn now and the wind stirs the scattering of brown, red, orange and yellow crunchy leaves, as well as his long, grey fur. It rouses excitement in his young chest and his tail swishes, awaiting adventure as always.

Beneath his paws, growing bigger by the day, he can feel the gravelly dirt against his pads. His claws, long, yet gently worn owing to hours of tumble and play, flex in this dirt as he poises himself to move.

It’s getting late in the evening and the sky above is ...