Bounding nimbly to the edge of the lake, Rane tipped his maw down to the water. Ringlets formed as he lifted his soaked jaw back up, and let sapphire orbs scan the beautiful landscape. Pine needles crunched underfoot as he trotted forth contently. Not knowing what would happen next, he sat next to the reeds beside the shore. Thoughts swirled through his mind about the last couple of days. Fire licked the ashen trees, adorned with ebony leaves falling from the burning oaks. Screams filled his light grey ears, paws pounded on wood chips running in hopes they would get far away from the border, and the ruins of their homes. That's when Rane ran, never looking back. His thoughts strayed from those horrible moments to reality when a meadowlark flapped its wings. The wolf ignored the bird and lazily got up. Peach rays of sunlight shown happily, and white mounds moved rapidly in the beautiful blue morning sky. Hopefully, if he was lucky he could find someone to converse with.
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