If Walls Could Talk

Even new eyes to this land were able to tell that it had been reborn, like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. The faint aired taste still lingered in the air, a reminder of the fire from long ago. Still the earth soaked up the nutrients from the ash, making the earth almost soft and delicate to the touch. The new life that sprouted from the old were growing steadily, and yet they still hardly stretched above his shoulders. At this time of year there were no leaves on their branches, making them appear even smaller than they probably were. They stretched up towards the sky, waiting for the spring to show themselves in all their glory.

The silent intruder carefully walked closer to one of the young trees, rubbing his nose against its smooth surface. It had been a while since he had seen a sapling like this, the ones around the mountains were nearly as ancient as the rocks themselves. The bark hadn't even developed its rough, uneven texture that was indicative of this tree type. Sniffing in their woody scent, he took a moment to just enjoy the new area that he had found. It was a remarkable reminder that life moved on, even after a disaster. It was an ideal that very much matched his current state in life, a reminder that made his ears pin back and cling to his skull. Tearing his head away from the tree, he moved his mauve coloured body away, weaving between the young trunks. It wasn't a refresher that he wanted, nor needed. Not at this time. Huffing at his own mind, he rapidly swung his head from side to side to cast it all away. He wasn't here to dwell on what had happened, but to attempt to move on and start a new. There was nothing left for him there, so why sit on the events that had come and gone? Running his tongue across his teeth, picking up the pace as he trotted into a clearing.

The mossy ground squished between Lyulf's toes as he made his way to the center of the wide opening, not even a bush to dot the area. The ground here wasn't as lush as the ones around the saplings, it was like the fire that have ravaged this land didn't touch this one spot. Even the scent of embers had died down, leaving only the usual scents of a forest around him. Ly's nostrils flared as he drank it in, his green eyes fluttering closed. It was so much more alive here, more than he could have ever expected. In the few weeks since leaving the north, he hadn't run into too many other wolves either, which was another bonus. There had only been one bloke who he had fully met, and even that set him off guard. These wolves seemed to be more open and brash, or so he had gathered. Not too sure how to feel about it, Lyulf just tried to keep himself away from them all, not worrying about a high number of strange interactions. It was the lands that he had far more interest in seeing, they held a higher fascination above all else. There were so many things that he had never seen, even being already 2 years old. It was really the only thing that kept his paws moving under him, not bothering to settle and find a den, at least for anything longer than a one night visit. Lyulf wasn't used to the nomad life, but had been settling into it rather well. Every day was a new adventure, a brand new land to explore as he steadily made his way across the rest of the continent. No one to hold him back, no one to worry about other than himself. Letting out a lathe breath, he kept his eyes closed and just sat there, letting the wind ruffle his tri-coloured fur. This was a life he could get used to living.