I love days like this.
The sun gleams in a cerulean sky, and the sweet earthy smell of petrichor fills the crisp autumn air. Birds hop about the branches, trilling and warbling, and I feel leaves crunching and squishing underfoot.
I’m so glad the demented squire returned me to the forest, for the Baron and he had kept me chained in the courtyard, starving and beating me. Don’t know why I’m here, or if I’m truly free, but I’m making the most of it.
Wait, that smell…
At last I’ll have revenge!
I’ll tear the beasts apart!