Partly Cloudy — Current Temperature: 39° F/4° C — Sunset</i></span>
'god this is allthere is?'
His eyelids fell without bother over his orange eyes. Today had been a good day, his hunt had been successful, so when he opened his eyes - he would be viewing the transformation with a full stomach. It was not uncommon for Stark to go hungry, for a day or two, as a loner, but everything was alright now.
This meadow was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and he'd have to make a mental note to visit it often. The flash of his bright eyes went to the sun again, almost the same color. The small male raised off the ground, and bounded forward, more into the flowers, sending some scattering.
Beautiful petals were drifted off in the wind, due to the sudden movement, and it was truly a sight to behold. After the display, Stark let his whole head rotate as he parted his jaws in a content yawn. Day has almost fully descended now, and the male let his whole body hit the ground, sending more petals on their way. The flowers looked just as beautiful put together, as they did apart. The wolf curled up into a ball.
Stark was never really known for it, but his fur was a very soft kind of pillow. Which is why, on most resting times, he rested his head on his own build as he was doing at the moment. But, when he was laying, it only made him appear more weak and smaller. Though, because he was always asleep at this time, he never noticed.
"I'll sing you, I'll sing you a lullaby."
<i>two birds of a feather
say that they're always gonna stay together
but ones never going to let go of that wire
he says that he will
but he's just a liar</center></i>