Top of the Mornin' to Ya
04-03-2014, 11:16 PM
Of all the seasons, Autumn was definitely his favorite, and not just because it was his birth season. He could feel the slight coolness in the air, the breeze a relief to the heat that seemed to linger around these parts. He wasn't at all familiar with the land that he now found himself in, but it was clear that it was the southern part of it. He padded through the thick patch of sweet smelling trees, humming a song softly to himself as his green gaze drifted here and there, taking in the scenery around him as he tried to acclimate himself to this new place. So far he hadn't crossed paths with another wolf, but he was sure it was only a matter of time. He smelled all sorts of scents on the breeze and among them were scents of various wolves that had passed through here before him. Conall looked up toward the clear, noonday sky and smiled. Surely someone had to be out on such a lovely day. He hoped that whoever it was wouldn't mind spending some time with a ragged wolf such as himself. Speech Thought Others |