Autumn. Elyas' second most favourite time of the year, only just behind springtime (and tied with both winter and summer). He loves the delightfully refreshing chill that's in the air and all the warm smells it seems to bring with the humans trying to combat it. All of their big, hearty meals and their soups and their hot drinks with all of those cozy smelling spices in them. He really enjoys all of the comfy clothes too, as well as the fact that his nice, cozy winter coat starts coming in at this time of the year.
Perhaps the best part of autumn, though, is the flora in its various states and forms. Various types of flowers that only bloom in the autumn and, of course, the leaves. Oh, the leaves! All of the colours, the smell, the sound of them crunching underfoot (especially late at night when everything is so quiet and the crunching of the leaves is the only sound) and the way they feel when he picks them up and crushes them in his hands. He just adores everything about them.
And it's for that very reason why, while out, he scoops up handfuls of leaves to crunch and then toss, occasionally hopping up in the air to grab leaves straight from the lower hanging branches of trees. He also stomps through some of the crunchier looking leaves on the street with a bright, wide grin on his face the entire time. The moment he spots an unattended pile of leaves that some human has raked up but not yet bagged, though, the fox's entire face lights up and he bounds off to run through it. And lay down in it. And roll in it. And generally be a menace to that pile of leaves.
Elyas
Perhaps the best part of autumn, though, is the flora in its various states and forms. Various types of flowers that only bloom in the autumn and, of course, the leaves. Oh, the leaves! All of the colours, the smell, the sound of them crunching underfoot (especially late at night when everything is so quiet and the crunching of the leaves is the only sound) and the way they feel when he picks them up and crushes them in his hands. He just adores everything about them.
And it's for that very reason why, while out, he scoops up handfuls of leaves to crunch and then toss, occasionally hopping up in the air to grab leaves straight from the lower hanging branches of trees. He also stomps through some of the crunchier looking leaves on the street with a bright, wide grin on his face the entire time. The moment he spots an unattended pile of leaves that some human has raked up but not yet bagged, though, the fox's entire face lights up and he bounds off to run through it. And lay down in it. And roll in it. And generally be a menace to that pile of leaves.