Don't Want No Drama
10-07-2015, 11:44 AM
The slate little boy made his way from the entrance of the den, it was twilight already and she was cleaning up Rhys after a rather long day of trouble making. She'd grabbed hold of her daughter before Rhyme and so he'd sit outside and watch the stars as he waited his turn. It was really nice out, if not a little chilly when the wind blew. Still the setting sun and the stars appearing in the sky held his full attention. He'd lean back onto his little haunches, while his brilliant gaze was pointed towards the sky. A shy little smile played on his features as his tail wagged lightly behind him. Little bits of mud clung to him everywhere and his wryly fur stood out at awkward places. While he looked quite content sitting there outside the den he was in obvious need of a cleaning. |
