The bright illumination from the sun provides ample light that brightens the surroundings. The scent of cedar wood, along with the increasing allure of the earth, permeates the surroundings. The sight of the chocolate trunks and the bright green of the leaves, to the chirping of the birds and the flapping of the small critters underneath the undergrowth.
Pius crouched down ever so slightly, using the bush as a cover for his entire body. With the barrel of his bolt-action rifle protruding from the opposite side of the bush, and the glint of reflection that emanated from his iron sight.
He breathed methodically, holding it in whenever his eyes dilated to focus. Alas, there was no target to shoot at, thus with that out of the way, he came out of the bush, and with a sigh of disappointment, he stood up.
