in the graveyard sippin' pumpkin juice
Sunderrrrrr
10-25-2021, 08:17 PM
As per usual Sunder was wrapped head to toe in every garment and pelt he could find. It was a particularly biting day and while it would have been tempting to remain snuggled up somewhere safe and warm that wasn't really the little dog's style. A brand new day was far too promising for him to sleep away. Cold as he may have been Sunder was easily tempted from bed by the promise of mystery and adventure. That was perhaps why he was where he was today. Snow-covered and hushed the lake was startlingly beautiful in the moonlight if one could forgive the vaguely sinister ambiance, which Sunder, naturally, could. He was far too happy of a soul to see malice in the wild. And that was why when the fireflies seemed to beckon him he followed without hesitation. They seemed to pause near a yearling wolf who he regarded brightly. "Hello dere! Dese little buddies of mine seem to tink I should say hello befo we go on, so," his smile grew as he repeated himself, "hello." "" |