He strolled in the warm light of the early afternoon, his steps aligned with that of his larger brother, eyes darting to and fro as he caught the motions of the world. From the erratic movements of a butterfly, to the smooth glide of the Robin. He wanted to take all of it in, savor the soft colors of the leaves, and the lush tones of the birds. All of this world before him was committed to his memory, hoarded away to be saved carefully in a little box in his mind, to pour over in the quite movements of solitude he often found in his days.
The taste of the wind always brought colors to his mind, and as he watched it dance patterns in the leaves, he did as he always did, and tilted his head to the side. Yawning as he took in a breath of it, his yellow ears brushing his near twin as he breathed in deep. "The wind tastes white today. An auspicious color" he decided. It was, after all, the color of their father. When he looked up at his brother, his soft blue eyes meeting that of his brothers duel toned shades, it was the expression of love and trust. Arch always found too many emotions, hopes, dreams and fears shimmered beneath the gaze of wolves and he often couldn't bring himself to meet that rush of information. With Ro, it was different. Perhaps the shared much the same heart already, and there was no extra burden to bare.
