The summer's here seemed to be tolerable. Maybe it had something to do with the fact he now lived in the mountains instead of a more temperate-like environment. The cool air allowed him to think better. It was fresher than being on the ground — he didn't know how to explain it. It was just... better. Crispier, mintier, the definition of a breath of fresh air. Nonetheless, he took deep breaths often and enjoyed the way they felt, not forgetting the mugginess of the summers he'd endured before. Alexei moved towards the cache with three daces hanging from his maw. They were all about ten inches each. He'd gone on a brief fishing trip, not long enough to catch a lot, but just enough. The male set them aside and shuffled to off, letting himself relax not far off from it.
Alexei almost always waited until everyone else had been fed before he ate himself. His sleek figure didn't negate the curvy hips he had, which he'd gotten from his mother. It made him somewhat insecure and reserved when it came to eating — mostly in front of others.
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