Bright eyes would scan the beach as his long legs carried him over the dark sand beaches. The bright light of the full moon would shine down on his light fur, making the landscape look like it was day. He?d let his paws once again lead him away from the trials of home, leaving Othello and all the young pups to sleep. He had a bit of a different schedule from most of them, and the moon had been preferable to the sun recently. The gentle breeze would blow in from the ocean, the salty air playing in his fur as paws would slow. A deep breath would fill his lungs as he looked out, relaxation starting to take over his limbs. Haunches would coil beneath him as he sat facing the ocean, the quiet of the night leaving him in peace.
