The Weight of our Hearts
Large paws stepped quietly upon the ground, the air warm this summer. His fur brushed his brothers, the pair walking close together as they often did. If one didn't know better, they would think that they were literally attached at the hip. He smirked lightly with the thought as the larger boy flicked his tail across his siblings hip. He knew how the mind of his little oddball worked, the gears always turning as he took in every scent, sight, and sound and turning into something that few could comprehend. But Roc understood, even if he didn't see the world the way that Darrow did. He smiled when his brother described the color of the wind today, head turning to glance at him and he nodded; dual toned eyes locking with his for a moment before he returned his attention to the world around them. They had done a lot of traveling for sure, and everyday was a new adventure. Their wandering paws taking them to wherever they wished. They never really had a set destination in mind, unless they were headed to a favorite spot to relax, hunt, or just goof around together.
But now that they were here, all of it would change. They would be led through woods full of dancing willow trees. The very faint scent of water tickling his nose, but with the heat of summer strong and glaring down upon the lands, water had been quite scarce. He was sure that as Fall approached, they would probably encounter a late summer storm. And if it came to that, then hopefully they would have found a place where they could take shelter as the world unleashed whatever hurts it had to restore itself. Golden ears flicked as his dual toned gaze roamed the woods, nostrils flaring as he felt the pull to find the water source. Whether they would be successful or not in actually finding it would be dependent on how dry it actually was. Unless of course, they were able to find the source that usually fed the many small dry beds that indicated the passing of water that he was sure was usually around during other, less blazing seasons. "Do you think we will find water today?" He glanced at his brother for a moment, wondering if he could hear or smell it. He was more in tune with nature and the world itself after all, that he was sure Darrow would probably be more likely to detect whether or not it would be worth it to seek out the faint trail.
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