The vast Jiang wind brought moisture and warmth to Huainan, and delicate, verdant grasses pierced the ground, as if spring water surged forth from the depths of the earth.
Under the tree roots, orange flowers blossomed first, dense moss spreading along the narrow openings and deeper still, as a snake wakened from its winter slumber crawled stiffly out of its den.
The sound of fluttering wings approached rapidly from a distance, an eagle folded its wings, reaching out its claws in an arrow-like dash through the branches and leaves, casting a long shadow as it swooped and perched on the trunk.
Its sharp beak tore open the belly of the snake, and dark red blood dripped down the branches, landing on the small flowers.
The violent sound of horse hooves tore through the tranquility, shaking down the hanging snake corpse, startling the great eagle into fleeing the forest.