Coming Home

Silence was a wasted virtue among many, although to him at this moment it was deemed necessary. Blackened paws fell in an almost delicate matter as the male wolf approached the submerged woods. Even though Brokk had no intentions on staying it was only a matter of time before he would allow himself to become a vital part in world. Fiery eyes surveyed the surroundings, the dim light allowed a mild vision of his surroundings to creep slowly into his visual cortex. A small amused grin crossed the males blackened lips as he finally tread further into the wood. The deep bed of snow and the rest of the forestry seemed to allow Brokk to blend in almost the ominous haze of grays against his dull silver flecked hide which seemed to almost vaporize into a living shadow as he moved. Lithe muscles moved like coiled snakes beneath taut skin as the creature slipped further into the wood. His fiery gold eyes strained to retain all the visual information, noting which tree's were where and exactly how the snow laden terrain felt beneath his paws. Slowing his journey Brokk stopped, his narrow chest heaved in hushed steam drawn breaths as he took in the scents of the land. the early evening air was beginning to sharpen with a bitter chill. His grin had began to fade as he looked up to the melting horizon, a hazy view of golds and deep purples taunted him with their blended beauty. The tall dark ominous peak loomed over the dying tree's in a deadly beauty. Its dark facade beckoned quietly to the beast as he sat beneath the split in the canopy. The shadows enveloped his body in a strange dance of light as the sun slowly set its weary head behind the rugged veil of the mountain. Quietly the beast watched the eternal dance of light against the dark, the warm golds slowly fading into cold blues as the day was washed away with the slow presence of night. Such remarkable beauty to be bathed in a gentle wave of darkness. Closing his golden gaze Brokk began his nightly ritual of bathing in the soft gentle rays of the moon.