after midnight

this is so rough adsfggjs but i had to get something out there

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It is nearing dusk when the man can finally see the river before him, having heard and smelled it for a long time now. Already, the landscape is changing: the trees darkening over him and the bird songs quieting until the land is still and silent, save for the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. When at last the trees thin out around him, he is left with a splendid view of the torrential river as it growls and thrashes against the earth. He grins, watching the waves collapse into each other, and the fish whose scales occasionally flash in the dying sunlight.

He stays there awhile, legs resting comfortably beneath him as he stares into the river, watching the fish swim along with and against the current, wanting to lash out toward them, to feel them against his paws, but unwilling to disrupt their motion. After the sky blackens, and the fish are no more than vague shadows beneath the waves, he stands, stretching out his limbs. He best be on his way, surely, to the mountain beyond the river that he has been traveling toward for a while (for no real reason in particular). But the cool water seems to be calling his name, and, unable to deny himself, the wolf steps down towards the river, lowering himself slowly into the icy liquid. The river is powerful, and he finds pleasure in its coldness. Perhaps, he could stay here a while.

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