Face to the floor.

stars are only visible in darkness

This was different, this scene was different from the snowy wonderland that was that one lake. It was all dirt. Well, sand but same difference. It went for miles, farther than his eyes could see, not that Saint's eyes were exceptional, it was still a lot of sand and dunes. Even with it being winter, the sun still warmed the sand dunes, it was much more comfortable on his paw pads  and in between his toes than the snow was. It was such an open space, it made his legs ache, the sort of ache one would have to do something spontantious, although there wasn't much for spontaneity here in this barren desert, running was a good alternative.

Saint started at a fast walk and then a jog and then kept that pace because running in the sand was a lot harder than it looked. Especially sand that was as loose as it was here. It wasn't long until the adolescence was out of breath when he reached the top of a particularly tall dune, his mouth was hanging open and his tongue lagging out on the side. His eyes caught onto two figures of contrasting colors, from the distance between himself and the two wolves and the time he arrived he was only able to catch the tail end of what the darker wolf had said. "Snahck?" He voice was barely above a whisper when his eyes fell upon the deceased rabbit the paler wolf had. "That's no snahck, that there is a dingy. Ah bare crumb." Saint scoffed as he called out to the two strangers, slowly skidding down the dune he was on top of. It was surprisingly slippery at the top of it, the sand was fine and loose enough that it kept sliding down to ground level with every step he made.

and i,

i feel so alive