Where am I going?

Everlong - Foo Fighters.



The amount of area that Newol had to cover here was so ideal. That thought kept straying through his mind as he made his way through the mountain. The roar of a waterfall could be heard strongly in the background and the sun beat down on the earth, not yet mid day. This place suited his need to explore, his need to learn. Of course, he'd already learned a fair deal, and already grown a lot since he'd started living here. When he'd arrived, he'd known no one. And now, he had a few wolves that he knew. Even had one that he could call his friend. But as he scaled the mountain, the thoughts slowly started to fall from his mind the more he got into it. A defiant fire started to build in his body as he searched for the next foot hold or landing, and climbed and pulled his way up the mountain. The strain slowly sinking into his limbs and making all his muscles happy with the effort. Something about that feeling. Whenever he got it, he always wanted to milk it for every drop he could, and go until his body was no longer able to. Which he did. As the sun found its way to the top of the sky, mid day had already come, he happened across one of what must have been one of a handful of entrances to the network of caves and tunnels that made the Singing Caverns. He'd heard about them from another Loner the other day, and had elected to go and find them today. When he finally made his way to the entrance, it was separated from him by a short drop off. Making his way to it by moving across a narrow ledge one paw step at a time, then reaching his gap, he readied himself, lowering on his hind legs and shifting his weight, he sprang forward across the gap into the entrance he'd found. Once he took a moment and got his footing, he looked around at the walls around him. With a grin, the wolf made his way into the caverns. As he moved along in the faint light, and in some places total darkness, the grin never left his face. Losing track of time as he went.

After awhile, his thirst started to build and he actually developed a want to stop and catch his breath. So, turning at one intersection of paths, he came into a cave inside the mountain. Pooling in the center was water as it dripped through the earth. Stepping out onto the stone floor, Newol made his way up to the edge of the water. He'd seen a similar site here once before, but something about his one, being inside the earth perhaps, is what made his spine tingle for a second time. Faint, blueish green light reflected throughout the cavern off the smooth stone and water that was clear as glass. Bringing his head down, he closed his eyes and lapped at the pool before him. After taking enough to satisfy his thirst, the wolf sat down, the brown fur of his chin wet a little from the pool before him. After looking at the cavern around him for a moment longer, an urge to sing began to build in his chest. he fought it for only a moment before deciding that it was futile. Tilting his head back, his eyes closed and his ears rotated back. The first words of a song he had learned running from the desert like his mother had told him to fell from his lips with a smooth grace. "Hello. I've waited here for you. Everlong." His voice was soft at first. Gently rolling across the room. And as it built the farther into the song he went, it echoed down the caverns, his voice rolling off the walls with a beautiful chores. It was likely that anyone else in the caverns at the time would have heard him.