Old Faces Don't Mean Old Souls

He had never gone exploring this far before, Anais would be upset if she found out that he had wandered so far away. It had taken him awhile to get where he was, but he couldn't help it. He just wanted to see this land! He walked around with wide golden eyes, drinking in all the new landscape. This was so cool! His white tail wagged behind him, his bangle dancing up and down his foreleg as he strut about. There was no one here in this new snow covered lands, and it was fun to see that his were the only paw prints on the ground. A satisfying crunch would sound every time he stepped, and he took as big a stride as he could. Childish giggles flew from his maw, as he looked over his shoulders it looked like he had been a much bigger wolf than he was. What fun! Tossing back his head he took a few more giant steps, eyes landing where his paw fell every time. His blue paw pads shivered with the touch of the cold snow, but this game was all worth it. He was a giant! Well, at least his paw prints looked like it.