With a loud thump, Obsidian landed infront of the hill, where he and  Some Weird Bird had set up a meeting point earlier the day.

He was 20 minutes to late, since he lost track of time after finding another Great fishing spot.

He filled up on fish till he almost couldn't float on the water anymore and while he blissfully watched the setting sun, he remembered the meeting they scheduled and hurried over.

But now, here he was and no sigh of  Some Weird Bird and what was that squirmy itchy feeling on the underside of his gut?

Art by the amazing  Prairie_Goblins