a\n: the color 'green' for the Skittles challenge on HPFC.
Remus loved the smell of grass. Freshly cut, ripening, green grass. His mother had instilled in him the love of nature she had in herself. He ran through the meadows as a young boy, belt buckle in hand as he tried to pull up his pants and keep them up, excitedly chasing after rabbits, butterflies, and bumblebees. Remus usually came to a halt from running, to sit on a small, broken log on the edge of the near dried up creek down the green, steep hill. He was at home when he sat there, mimicking the birds sounds, and skipping rocks, mesmerized by the ripples it created in the water. The creek, the meadow, the smell of freshly cut grass, also created a ripple effect in Remus...he'd be bitten soon, not as though he knew...but he would. And Remus would be left to wonder what there was to ever love about the outdoors...about animals in the first place.