would you follow me?

The hills in this place were varied and devoid of much life. Grasses, lichens, and mosses seemed to thrive while there were only a few scattered old tree trunks long felled from past quakes. Silver paws carried the Nightingale boy into the hill, the sun was lower in the sky. Evening was well underway and the sky seemed to go on forever as Oxide lifted his deep garent eyes to the sky. The colors reflected off the clouds made for a brilliant sunset. Slowly the sun descended towards the horizon, its light shimmering tones of pinks oranges and reds.
The rust marked boy climbed one of the long dead trees that had been felled.

Dual toned form scaled the carcass, silver paws gripping at the exposed wood. The bark had long decayed, and the wolf pushed himself into the air. He as quickly silhouetted by the falling sun. Lifting his head and puffing out his chest the boy looked out over the lands. It might as well all have belonged to him. His paws were going to cover all of it.

Oxide stood, still and silent as his gaze lingered on the falling sun. Night was coming fast. With his tail swaying slightly at his ankles and his languid form perched elegantly upon that old dead tree the Nightingale boy felt free. There was nothing out there to hold him back or to hold him down. He was his own wolf, made his own decisions and would forge his own path in this life.