Shining Chance had been born in the early summer and now that fall was in full swing he was reveling in the change of seasons. The leaves had turned from their lush, green hue to oranges, yellows, and reds. And, to his delight, they were slowly but surely falling off the trees and carpeting the floor of the forest. They were crunchy and smelled wonderful, but he liked when they were spiraling down from the trees. He'd sit for a few minutes waiting for the wind to blow more down before pouncing and sprinting and jumping, snapping his jaws to try to catch them.He was doing just that now, head tilted back as he gazed up at the trees towering above, tail wagging slowly behind him. Finally a few leaves broke off from their branches and began their slow, slightly erratic journey to the ground. Shining Chance tracked them until they started getting closer, at which point he got to his paws and began to follow them, head still titled up, not paying much attention to where he was going.