Bringing Blessings

Large in his build- Nemausus traveled in an easy rhythm. Paws grazing over the new terrain, he took the sensations with ease. Each sight was new for him- and his different colored optics drank in each one of them. Letting his head tilted upwards in the slightest, purple and blue eyes gazed at the willow trees- each one holding their own mesmerizing beauty. His paws were damp on the bottom, the small streams that trickled over the roots he carefully walked over, had done well to take notice. It was clear by the rapidly melting snow, that winter was fading to an end. He didn't mind the season change, no, in fact it was quite a wondrous thing. Although the cold can be soothing to him at times, he did like the warmth from the sun as well.

His mind drifted while his grey pelted figure continued on. Arimid. The Goddess' name passed through his mind, and in turn, his figure came to a stop underneath a snow-barren willow. Bowing his head as his neck declined, Nemausus found himself muttering words. "Dear Goddess, bless the land and thyself as I continue to stretch upon this journey." Tone soft, though deep from his vocals, Nemausus raised his head- before he glanced around. He had been traveling alone for quiet awhile, and he was ready to finally meet some company. Lowering to his haunches, he let a smooth, short howl cut through his vocals- only loud enough for anyone near him to hear. He didn't hope for trouble, but rather to make friends, wolves to converse with.