speak no evil (p. chell)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: impact; color: black; font-size: 14pt;] A single olive hued optic scanned the area before them, cranium moving to give it more detail on everything. The clouds covered the sky, blotting out the Sun with a few rays of light poking through. It seemed like there was a possibility to rain, or perhaps snow; he didn't know. The cool breeze ruffled the canine's fur as he trekked about in the forest, sniffing softly. It was his what, third day here? Yes, that's right. He remembered having another go at life once more, but knew there had to be a reason behind it. Shaking his head, Isaac held his utilities in his mouth before settling under his favorite willow tree. The guy lightly placed his board and marker down, humming lightly to himself. It was peaceful and quiet. A moment that he was enjoying to the fullest.