Turning Trees
09-16-2013, 01:41 PM
Haku padded through the forrest. His white paws made almost nothing of a sound against the freshly fallen pine needles that softened the path. Autumn was here. It was getting colder, but not by much. You wouldn't notice the change if the trees didn't tell you. Haku' s paws led his to a tree, although this one hadn't been affected. Sitting down with a thump, Haku placed his chocolate dipped tail over his paws and closed his eyes. The wind jostled around Haku as he pressed his back against the sturdy, looming tree. Clouds closed in above him, promising rain to come shortly.
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