Under the First Dark Moon could barely contain himself as he trotted through the Swamp. His humming was slightly muffled by the object he carried delicately in his teeth. His enthusiasm was certainly not hampered at all, thankfully. Surely there was a good spot for such an auspicious meeting around here somewhere. The kimeti buck was just looking for the right atmosphere.
Soon enough, he happened upon a downed tree that settled gently into the soft earth. The hot, bright summer sun peaked through the canopy and cast beams of light on the area. It was practically calling out to him! He gently placed the chunk of vibrant red coral in a divot on the trunk and looked around. He knew his conversation partner would arrive soon.