Be my guiding light

The golden boy had made his way towards where he thought he was going. A sigh escaped his maw for he was alone on his travels again. The run in with his new friend Mercianne had been nice while it lasted; but now he had to get back on track. The brute's cobalt blue gaze averted to the land before him...hills....barren hills....

And of course winter was almost here, it was well in Autumn and Scipio's coat wasn't really the type of coat for the cold. The golden boy needed golden sunshine to keep him warm. A small smile appeared on his maw as he amused himself with his thoughts. Each paw in front of the other brought him closer to his destination. did the male really want to go to Ludicael? Was he even going the right way? Maybe it was the fear factor of his past encounter with a pack that made the wolf a bit hesitant.

But this was a new land with new wolves. Heck, he still didn't know where his brother was. Cobalt blue eyes averted to the sky that had a few gray clouds in it. Hopefully it wouldn't rain. But overall it was a sunny day. How many friends did he have so far...one? Yes, he was right, one friend. Scipio still did not mind. Then again it didn't really matter on how many friends one has. It only matters if one is happy with whichever friends they have.

Here we go again, more thoughts. With a sigh the brute flicked his golden tail. Scipio wondered if anyone was out here. But he was kind of preoccupied at the moment by his thoughts.

As the male continued decided to stop by a puddle in the grass that was probably from a recent rain. The brute leaned over to look at his reflection and tilted his head a bit. He looked a bit different then when he last saw himself. His face more matured and even more handsome than before. The auburn streaks falling from his miraculous cobalt blue eyes quite defined his facial features. And then there was the unusually long light auburn fur starting at the top of his head down his back to tail. Such an odd design yet he was pleased with it. Scipio looked at his handsome face and then looked away. Golden and auburn fur was what he say.

Then again everyone in his first pack had the same fur as he. But the pack he had been stolen into had been full of gray colored wolves with black snouts. Rude was their nature subduing him and the rest of his family to slavery. How so can one be so abused yet come out so...lighthearted? He did not know...maybe a miracle perhaps...