The vastness of the meadow stretched as far as azure orbs could see. But like the silver veil that concealed the sky, the grass was similarly coated with layers of white. There was no critter that scuttled along the snow, no avian creature that soared among the sporadic tides of the wind. Everything appeared blank and discolored in his eyes.
No matter the outcome of his first encounter in this land; the contact he had with another wolf was the first he had in what appeared to be eons throughout his journey, and it sparked something inside him. But he feared that eventually that spark would fade. After all, he didn’t deserve to converse with anyone more than it was necessary so he can get home. Despite that, he did not desire the boy’s own heart to turn out like the emptiness of this land - everything colorful masked by the white that surrounded him.
Attempting to shake off his thoughts, the yearling increased his pace until he was dashing across the field to no particular destination, just forward. Whatever obstacle was ahead the boy would attempt to overcome it. Chest rising and falling as a swirl of vapour that escaped his maw added to the boring pigment. The lone tree that stood upon the hill caught his attention. The boy gradually made his way upwards to finally rest upon the rough tendrils of roots underneath him.
(This post was last modified: Jan 02, 2018, 11:53 PM by Auriel.)