Skywatcher

Overlarge ermine paws trod upon the sands. Quiet, serene the male of canis lupus descent sat back on his haunches, head tilted back to gaze up at the sky. The weather was chill, but his fur coat had thickened enough that he was comfortable with what mother nature chose to give that day in the way of temperature. The yearling did not as yet have a concrete itinerary in regard to the future now that he had reached a place some distance from those he'd reluctantly left behind to follow the uncertain path before him.

Months had passed since last he'd enjoyed the comforting warmth and words of his immediate and extended family. There were moments he wished that someone had come with him on his journey. Most of all he missed his brother, Kris. They'd had many adventures together back home before he'd decided to let their parents know that he himself wished to explore far beyond their families borders. Which had brought him to the cooler expanse of territories of Northern Alacritia.

As the moon began to peak through the clouds of oncoming dusk, he parted his jowls and from his vocals a long whimsical howl was given life. His breath a small fog rising into the air before dissipating into nothingness, yet the sound remained and echoed through the cove on which he found himself. Never before had he felt quite so lonely as he did then, despite having felt lonely from time to time during his travels far from home where many Kringles continued to thrive.