Taste of Freedom
09-18-2019, 08:52 PM
Desolate was glad his brother was seeing his side of things, smiling along with him. "Yeah really." He affirmed happily, trotting over to the den's entrance once more alongside him. Once they exited, Spirit asked where he wanted to go. Desolate didn't know - this was their first time out, how could he? "Dunno." He responded, unsure. "Uh, that way?" His small paw lifted to the west, gesturing vaguely. There was so much to see and so much to do, what would they see first? More importantly, how were they to find their way back home when their adventure was over? Desolate lowered his nose to sniff at the ground outside the den wondering if he could commit it to memory to find later. Dozens of smells flooded through him, from his mother and siblings to Uncle Rhyme and then to various plants and animals that had traveled through. It was overwhelming, and the pup was not convinced he'd be able to reacquire the scent later. "Speech"
"Thinking" "You." |