A few dry, dull leaves skittered on the ground below Li Chi’s perch, stragglers of the season… This far into autumn, the trees on the outskirts of the home boundary were nearly barren, devoid of the tender care the interior of the forest received, to keep it lush and hospitable and- most importantly- visibly pleasing, throughout the year.
Chi much preferred the outskirts. Dead though it looked, the chill air of the border appealed to her typing far more than the warmth of the household. The wind that ruffled her fur from the rocky outcrop that concealed even her own ghostly white pelt in the dark of the night. The same wind that brought a stranger to her borders, an equine much larger than herself that was enough of a concern to perk her ears as she watched with interest taking the place of casual boredom.
Patches of him blended well with the darkness of the bleak landscape. It was the white that glared in the moonlight of a clear night like a beacon- he was either very con