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  Standing stark and wildly tall against the grasses' gentle undulations, a solitary tree stands as a sentinel atop a grassy knoll. Its the only object daring to reach toward the sky of pinks and blues; stark against the vast canvas of a field adorned in a symphony of verdant and russet tones. Accompanied by boulders shimmering in gold and green mosses, the grass around the meager hill exist as a spectrum of yellow-greens, from the tender new leaves of summer's heat to the dusky, time-kissed embers of autumn. They ripple like a murmuring river; each blade, a savant's stroke of the most delicate green, proudly shows off a wavering rhythm, weaving a silent symphony that rustles with the sound of the wind's kiss.

  Amidst this honey and pear expanse, the tree stands as a venerable sage, gnarled trunk bearing its age proudly. Its branches, aching towards the heavens, are the outstretched arms of branches eager to kiss the setting sun. No leaves reside here to shade the two figues below - a singular clouded leopard in shades of toffee, cream, and grey, running his tongue affectionately along the spine of a jaguar cub swaddled in sable tones. The peal of a young voice cuts through the area; poorly tempered and vibrantly eager to propose a question.

"I saw a vole! What you said was the little brown scampery thing! If I show you the rock it scurried beneath, can you help me catch it?"

With a warmth rivaling both the setting sun and the rays kissing the blades of grass around their languid bodies, the clouded leopard was quick to follow.

"It's a little late, don't you think? How quick can you catch it?"

  The male's voice, akin to the mellowness of the aged bark above them, carries a cadence that resonates with the measured pacing of contemplation. It is a voice that carries the weight of experiences weathered by time - albeit in this singular moment existing for but a single sentence - yet remains tender, like a benevolent guardian watching over a cherished treasure. His head drew itself upward, regarding the skies above. The sun was already beginning its gradual descent, casting a tender embrace upon the pair below. The sky, a meticulously crafted ballet of ethereal hues, transforms into a dreamscape of rosy blushes and luminous pinks, reminiscent of the artworks human were so eager to paint upon primed canvas. It was getting late, but the promise of a meal in the form of a learning opportunity was too grand to pass up.

"Real quick! I promise I saw it vanish into the crease right here!"

  Giddily, the young jaguar turned on his shoulders' axis - regarding the rock behind him rather than turning to face his father. Ears; finely-tuned radars keen on picking up the frequencies of little clawtaps, served better once the cub stood on all fours. What could the older male do other than be encouraged to follow, a smile turning the corners of his muzzle upward. They could afford to sit out for a breadth of time more, as the sun would kiss their pelts for but another half hour. It was all that's needed to enjoy the day a little longer, to appreciate the relaxing times and good fortune the pair were able to foster together.

EP to Tiguan for Spending Time With Family

Tiguan:
Scorpion: Sparaze

Description
  Standing stark and wildly tall against the grasses' gentle undulations, a solitary tree stands as a sentinel atop a grassy knoll. Its the only object daring to reach toward the sky of pinks and blues; stark against the vast canvas of a field adorned in a symphony of verdant and russet tones. Accompanied by boulders shimmering in gold and green mosses, the grass around the meager hill exist as a spectrum of yellow-greens, from the tender new leaves of summer's heat to the dusky, time-kissed embers of autumn. They ripple like a murmuring river; each blade, a savant's stroke of the most delicate green, proudly shows off a wavering rhythm, weaving a silent symphony that rustles with the sound of the wind's kiss.

  Amidst this honey and pear expanse, the tree stands as a venerable sage, gnarled trunk bearing its age proudly. Its branches, aching towards the heavens, are the outstretched arms of branches eager to kiss the setting sun. No leaves reside here to shade the two figues below - a singular clouded leopard in shades of toffee, cream, and grey, running his tongue affectionately along the spine of a jaguar cub swaddled in sable tones. The peal of a young voice cuts through the area; poorly tempered and vibrantly eager to propose a question.

"I saw a vole! What you said was the little brown scampery thing! If I show you the rock it scurried beneath, can you help me catch it?"

With a warmth rivaling both the setting sun and the rays kissing the blades of grass around their languid bodies, the clouded leopard was quick to follow.

"It's a little late, don't you think? How quick can you catch it?"

  The male's voice, akin to the mellowness of the aged bark above them, carries a cadence that resonates with the measured pacing of contemplation. It is a voice that carries the weight of experiences weathered by time - albeit in this singular moment existing for but a single sentence - yet remains tender, like a benevolent guardian watching over a cherished treasure. His head drew itself upward, regarding the skies above. The sun was already beginning its gradual descent, casting a tender embrace upon the pair below. The sky, a meticulously crafted ballet of ethereal hues, transforms into a dreamscape of rosy blushes and luminous pinks, reminiscent of the artworks human were so eager to paint upon primed canvas. It was getting late, but the promise of a meal in the form of a learning opportunity was too grand to pass up.

"Real quick! I promise I saw it vanish into the crease right here!"

  Giddily, the young jaguar turned on his shoulders' axis - regarding the rock behind him rather than turning to face his father. Ears; finely-tuned radars keen on picking up the frequencies of little clawtaps, served better once the cub stood on all fours. What could the older male do other than be encouraged to follow, a smile turning the corners of his muzzle upward. They could afford to sit out for a breadth of time more, as the sun would kiss their pelts for but another half hour. It was all that's needed to enjoy the day a little longer, to appreciate the relaxing times and good fortune the pair were able to foster together.

EP to Tiguan for Spending Time With Family

Tiguan:
Scorpion: Sparaze