red ripped sun

Levi did not leave his little corner of the north often, but how could he ignore this? Mother was back, almost like a harbinger of bad news. The sky remained a vivid, violent red, dulling out the gold of his coat as he pressed south, running and running till even he started to feel fatigued. He slowed to a walk, ears tilting as he listened to the distant rush of the waves to the east, but his attention narrowed in on the landscape ahead. As if something large had torn its way through, ripped up the ground with wide, impossibly large claw swipes.

And yet when he drew in a breath, nose twitching, he couldn't quite...put his paw on what scents he was drawing in. Strange. Unknown. Something he ought to be concerned about?