Moyenda stretched and walked out from the temporary home Iola and he had taken up underneath the huge boulders that were conveintly arranged together to create desireable shade and protection. He enjoyed walking in the tall savanna grasses, shades of yellow and brown not much different than his own coat. Thus he blended in splendedly. It was a very lucky thing for one such as himself who lacked muscle. The sun beat down on the savanna almost unbearably but Moyenda didn't mind. Sometimes, he rather enjoyed the heat.
He did not know what he would do today. He did not even bother smelling the wind. Chance was sometimes his friend and he was willing to take a risk. Moyenda had been happier recently than he had been in a long time.
