certified sad boy hours

Lingering on the outskirts of his sister's pack was a recurring theme lately, and this time he'd opted to venture into the estuary and examine the area. He was still curious about what had prompted his littermate to choose each of these territories, whether it was a subconscious connection to the divine, or merely strategic advantages? Long limbs carried him with ethereal ease along the marshy shorelines, body jewelry tinkling softly with each motion of his stride.

Teaching the little ones had been quite rewarding thus far, and he was quite eager to start organizing his next lesson. Perhaps he should consult with Modesty, and ask if she had considered allowing some of them to learn directly under him at the shrine, to ensure that there would be at least one or two more devout followers of the faith when he passed. With each year that he did not produce his own heirs, he worried that he would never fulfill his sacred duties and make God proud.

Silky pelage damp with humidity, long tail fur dragging through the moss laden terrain, the godling found himself drawn towards the cluster of small willows near the water. This melancholic line of thinking was somewhat troubling, and he wondered if the gloom of winter was prompting this continued state of mind. He sighed softly, and slipped through the overhanging branches of the willow. Perhaps it was time to meditate for a little while.. the midmorning sun was beginning to break through the mist that hung over the landscape, the crunch of frost laden grasses beneath his paws would soon soften. By the time the sun was overhead, he hoped his mood would improve.

(WC: 286/1500)

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