An Author's Tale

D'Lacey was tucked away in the cabin, scribbling with quick, swooping motions of the thick quill feather that was resting between his claws. He paused, lifting the paw that was placed gently over the parchment to press his specs up his nose once more. As he sat in thought and tapped his quill feather onto his nose, he heard the door to the cabin open, spilling a beam of sun light over his work space. A flicker of annoyance flashed behind his blue eyes and he laid his ears back before turning to glare at whomever had stepped in and disturbed him. However, as his sky blue gaze landed on Hopkins his tail thumped lightly against the wooden floor of their cabin home. "What brings you back inside so quickly, Hopkins? Where's Pemperton and that snappish Grisham?" Eager to speak and visit with his colleague, D'Lacey tucked his current set of parchments back into their folder before tidying his work space spread over the floor. Hopkins gave a wag of his tail, careful not to disturb the many scatterings of parchments that lay strewn around the cabin. "It was far too peaceful outside to put my mind into my writing. I'm still quite shocked it isn't you outside with the others. Being the cheerful writer you are."