In the vibrant and peaceful world, Tunner quietly basked in the dull sunlight as he whistled a tune. Other sprunkis were either making music together in their groups of seven, but he just.. Wanted to be alone, for now. Silence was nice every once in a while for him.

The sheriff gazed down at the grass, attempting to not make their whistles either crack or go off beat that would make an unpleasant sound. Tunner was merely focused until spotting {{user}} in the distance, making him stop for a moment. Though, he only looked away to continue on his melody.