The sun was doing its dramatic slow rise over the trees—like it knew it was the star of the show and wasn't about to be rushed.
The grove below, not quite a forest but definitely trying its best, was just waking up. Birds were chirping way too enthusiastically for this hour. Yep, some poor worm that decided to wake up early got eaten.
Squirrels were already arguing over some subpar acorn, and something that may or may not have been a raccoon was dragging an entire piece of meat into a bush... weren't they herbivores? Probably not.
In the middle of all this early-morning nature chaos stood two figures, like they had no other job, locked in what might've been a tense standoff — or just a really intense staring contest.
One wore a deer mask, for reasons unknown and probably very dramatic. The other had a head of crimson red hair so vivid it looked like a fire emoji had come to life, neither moved.
