Safe And Sound

Outlaw looked at the raft he had come to this land on.  His beautiful little raft he was so proud of.  Various logs and wood had been tied together using vines that had grown around the square cave his family had lived in.  It wasn’t beautiful to probably anyone save its maker.  Some branches still had a few twigs he hadn’t fully removed.  The vine was fraying in areas and would not hold together that much longer.  Outlaw then nudged it back out to the water to let the waves have it.  As he turned to leave the waves pushed it right back to shore.  Well, maybe someone else would want it.  Outlaw liked his little raft but he wouldn’t be needing it again, at least not soon enough for it to be in good shape when he would want it.

He was grey with black markings, and a tan-colored cowboy hat rested on his head.  The young dog had a strong resemblance to a german shepherd he had a proud history of mutt in his veins. Looking up at the dark night sky and its blinking gems of stars he made his way towards the forest.  There was a light beyond the trees he could see but unsure of what caused it.  With no thought of potential dangers, a stranger might run into in a new area Outlaw made his way inside the forest. The deeper he got and the more obvious the glow had his tail wagging frantically back and forth.

Outlaw wasn’t trying to be quiet.  Thank goodness as he would have failed miserably if this had been an attempt.  He leaped over branches, hopped on twigs, splashed in the water.  Taking in every sight until pausing a short way off from the specific spot of water where Meadow stood.

“Hi!” Outlaw called out merrily, automatically assuming the wolf would be a friend. “I’m Outlaw, who are you?” To be honest he had given himself the name outlaw a few days ago.  Very catchy in his mind.  Why use your real name when you can make one up?