On wing and prayer

These lands in the south never ceased to amaze the Zen Master. They gave off such grace and beauty while many wolves who lived here were even more so. This area, for example, was entirely shrouded in trees whose branches have been adorned in heavenly doves, never seeming to end in numbers. But the white cooing birds served a good purpose: they were a good sign that this was most likely Holy Land. The Holier the territory, the better for Kanwa's meditation. The brownish-cream male found a bland circle of calm, treeless land, he sat his rump in the dead center and began to say something, " *何でもここに来ている必要がありますすることは偉大な力でなければなりません。" He sighed and began to stretch. "**瞑想を開始するのに最適な場所!!" After his awkward poses, brown legs tried their best to have their foot on the other leg, his monochromatic eyes closed and he began to hum.


OOC~ *Whatever must have come here is of great power , **Perfect place to begin meditation