Aljan was standing on a larger rock. Still, as if frozen in place. The only moment in his appearance was the wind playing with his long mane, and grabbing ahold of the emerald feather which was neatly tied in his hair.
He was interpreting the smells and sounds the wind was bringing him. He didn't smell any immidiate danger. Satisfied with the realization, he relaxed a bit and slowly, as if in slowmotion, turned and walked off his rock. He could stay here for the night, it was safe.
He surveyed his home for the night. A small river flowed silently at the edge of the forest, and there were several bushes with berries that he could live off. The grass was soft, and he was more than satisfied with his choice.
He had been running across the plains when he had spotted the large stone on the edge of the forest that he always followed. The sun was past zenit, and he had figured that now would be as good a time as any to find a resting spot for the night.
The sky was clear, and he realized that tonight would be a cold one. He would need fire to keep warm, even though it might possibly attract unwelcome creatures of the night. At the same time, he knew the fire would also scare them away. Walking to the edge of the forest, he started on the menial task of collecting firewood for a small bonfire.
