Serenity
03-19-2014, 12:50 PM
The light of day was a golden colour against the sparkle of foaming and quick moving water. It was funny how the brute always found his way to the nearest source of water. Although this site might not be as peaceful as his normal haunts, the rapids still offered the sound of water and the coolness of its spray. The snowy brute sat against the cool flatness of a worn rock against the bank of the water, not close enough to touch but near enough that as the moving water rushed against the rocks that lay under the stream and sprayed out in salty silver sprays they dappled at his coat.
Here the rocks where the highest, as the water slopped downwards against the movement of the earth and they juttered out more plainly, but as soaked as they where it took a daring wolf to use these rocks as stepping stones.
The Valhalla wolf closed his eyes against the contact spray of salt water and found himself listening to the rushing water, the cries of birds in the trees behind him and felt the warmth of the sun against his pelt as he allowed himself to enjoy the quite peacefulness of the moment.
"Speech"
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