the heart is a lonely hunter

*Sota* · 07-18-2020, 02:58 PM

Sota had grown farm more accustomed to these lands than he ever expected possible. His acceptance of Boreas and how different these lands were, in comparison to his homelands, had been begrudging at best at first... he was used to a life traveling freely among the trees, a feat that often proved difficult, depending on where he traveled. Currently he found himself in a rather interesting looking mangrove; he'd been traveling for most of the day and once the sun had begun to set, sinking slowly below the horizon, he thought he ought to try to find shelter for the night.

It became quickly apparent that this place might not necessarily offer him that. But it was interesting nonetheless, the land seeming to come to life as it grew darker, ebbing luminescent lights surrounding him and replacing the sun's disappearing light. He doubted he'd find a cave to spend the night in, either; the ground here was moist beneath his paws, small streams trickling between trees that seemed to grow wherever they could seek hold, regardless of how wet the soil might be. Deftly the tiny wolf tried to avoid the more precious stretches of mud, diving between trees as he quickened his pace and continued deeper into the mangrove forest.

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