We meet again

The brute would thump the floor as the moonlight illuminates Ludicaels territory in its awakening. The night brought ease to the males mind- the peace, the quiet. It captivates him whole. His eyes would glisten, awaiting for the arrival of aurora whom he'd expect to be around. The woman who decided to befriend him the day that he joined the pack. Her snow pelt that blankets her lean body never fails so outcast her in the blackness of the night. His ebony lips would part, his tounge tracing the waters surface, as his mirrored vision becomes some what of blur as the water droplets fall from his large muzzle.

The breeze would surround him, nestle deep within the sandstone fur ruffling up with its teasing strokes. Siarvon would sit upon his haunches, gazing into the small river at the image it creates from the scenery around, replicating it. He would take a deep breath and exhale, alert to any sudden movement or sound. The icy hues would scatter along the relentless amount of darkness before slowly closing the lids and taking a moment to relax.