Darker in the light of day
He had traveled further than he had expected or intended to and watched as the desert receded into lush growth and wetlands. He took little note of his surroundings only interested in searching for signs of the villains he came to destroy. As his paws sank into the soft moss of the woods his thoughts came to an abrupt halt. There was a scent in the woods, something faint that still lingered after over a year of disuse, something he would never mistake in all his years. The scent of his father. He looked around in wonder. This must have been where the pack once stood, now hollow and eerie with its vacancy. He moved slowly, marking off features in the land that his father had mentioned in his various stories as if he were in another world. Well into his first year he had believed that his father romanticized the pack lands he once lived in, but seeing them for himself, he admitted there was a stunning and all-encompassing beauty to it.
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