Race the world
05-28-2014, 01:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-28-2014, 01:47 PM by Bass.)
The daylight was stretching before him, sinking lower and lower towards the earth as he walked along the river. He shivered slightly, it provided little heat for his growing body. The winter had already sunk in its icy claws into the land, and it was beginning to show on the landscape around him. Frost weighed down the blades of grass, making them bend towards the dirt. Bass tried to keep his head up though, he was walking rather close to the river and he could very easily slip into the cold water if he kept watching the grass grow heavy. Snorting at his own silly antics, the brute picked up the pace and began a steady trot. Where was he going? No where really, he was simply exploring. It was something that he quite enjoyed to do. As Bass was making his way down the twisting limb of the river, a scent wafted towards him and assaulted his nose with its familiar scent. It was one of his litter mates, that much he could tell. The yearlings white tail swung behind him as he gazed around, trying to pick out her dark brown coat. "Motif, is that you?" He called, golden gaze longing to see her pretty form. It had been too long since he had seen his siblings, and the ache in his heart grew as he searched for her. Pausing his motion, the male stretched his neck up as high as it could go, raising his front half of his body to see further. It was then that he picked out her shape among the blades of grass, a happy yip leaving his paw. Pounding back onto the earth, he raced towards his sister. "Motif!" He called happily, racing to her side. |
