Momijito stepped gently through the forest, trying to be as quiet as possible. He liked to listen to the forest's natural sounds, preferring the sounds of bird call and babbling brooks immensely over the endless chatter of other nokose. He came upon a vast meadow and smiled a rare smile of his when he could hear the whistle of the grass as the wind ran through it. He padded over to a large flat topped boulder and lay on top of it with his belly up smiling as the warmth of the sun filled his bones.
