There's always tomorrow
04-11-2014, 05:40 PM
The scent of another would intrude into his dreams, his paws twitching as the flow of his imaginings would change, for a moment he was stuck in limbo, the moment between awakening and sleep. Before his dreams would allude him and he would find himself blinking into the reality of day. He would sigh, stretching out his fangs in a yawn as he peered through the flimsy covers the falling autumn leaves provided to see that that the day had barely progressed. He would find himself with another hearty sigh and would attempt to cosy himself further into the moss and leaves, but before he could close his eyes he realised that the scent of his dreams stood also in reality. He would come more awake, more attentive as he raised his head and took in a swig of the forests aromas. It was all he needed to tell him that in fact another tread through the forest, and they where not far from where he had settled. Knowing that sleep would not find him now he would, for the third time, let loose a sigh and make his way to his paws. He took a moment to stretch, and build up a little energy before he would push himself forward, moving with light steps across the canopy, keeping tabs on the scent as he went. After a few moments he set himself on a trajectory that would intercede with the other. He would emerge into the view of the other and come to a stand still. He took in this stranger wolf and was shocked with the terrible sadness that seemed to take precedence against his expression. The weight that seemed to push down on him with every step. Cry would tilt his head, a curiosity in his own expression. ?You carry the scent of pack, I'm new around her and curious. Whats the name of the one you reside it?" he would ask, part curiosity, part a way to start a conversation. "My sounds""My Soul" |
