08-13-2023, 01:22 PM
It was 'Golden Hour' as they called it, named so after the golden color the sun gave everything as it made it's way closer and closer to the horizon to sleep.
Iona stepped out, golden touched herself and more-so now, with a mouth full of coneflowers hanging from her teeth. She would stare in awe at the field and the elk in the distance. They were gorgeous.
Iona would carefully place her paws forward, where she would pad further out into the field and get a better view. The golden color of the sun made her glow- and it was so warm.
She placed the flowers gently at her feet so as not to ruin them, before returning to watching and observing.
The elk didn't seem to mind her, though to be fair they still had a decent enough distance between them that they wouldn't have to pay her any attention. Appearing much more focused on eating and feeding their calves than anything else.
What a wonderfully pleasant evening.
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