Like Father, Like Son

The young brute could see the sun stretch out upon the horizon. The gold color of the sun resembled the look of, well, gold. A smile crept up maw as his optics shimmered slightly with the sun as it, too, reflected from his eyes. He heard Dayton beckon him to where a hill was located. He ran over to his father and sat down beside him. The smell of the prairie's flowers and other trees became locked inside his nostrils, causing the intoxicating fragrance to stay dormant in his nose. A slight sneeze came over him.

"This land sure is beautiful, kind of reminds me of home," Aeolus would tell his adopted father. His ebony pelt blew in the wind that slowly blew across their pelts. Aeolus remembered when he was young with his mother and father, fishing in the stream that was located near their den. The memories of him and his family was like a kick to the gut. A single tear ran down his cheek and fell onto the foliage that lay underneath his paws.

The ebony pup lied down onto the ground and placed his crown upon his two front paws, ears drooped, eyes closed, and a slight whimper vibrated in his vocal cord. The memories continued to plague his mind. He wondered if he would ever see his family again. They were of course dead, so he knew that when his time came, he might see them, or not, he was not so sure.