SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE
09-18-2013, 05:19 AM
The little brute hadn?t been in the lands of Glaciem long, and like most pups, curiosity ruled his decisions as of late. This explained what he was doing out underneath the starlight of the pretty autumn night. The pale wash of the starlight cast against his white coat, glittering, and shining in the dark night. The black markings that protruded down his muzzle cast shadow on his face, and out of his orange eye, the only to hold sight he stared at the vast forest around him, his heart pounding in the thrill of night. He felt free and empowered and for the barely four month old pup, the feeling was all that mattered. Tumbling over his own paws, he would move, scrambling over fallen logs, using his small form as leverage to climb to the top of a particularly large log, he would stop on top of it to rest, his small chest heaving with effort, from his exuberant activities. The scents here in Glaciem were slowly becoming less foreign, less over-powering to the young wolf, though he still found himself often confused, as too which direction the scent was coming from and how old the scent was. Generally the night air was crisp and refreshing, and the scents didn?t seem to hang as heavy as they did on hot sticky days. It was perhaps his favorite time to wander, for the forest seemed huge and inviting rather than scary and domineering. Perched on top of his post, he would stare off into the forest, reveling in the smell and feel of his new home, his little tail wagging. Speech, |
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