There was something about the way the way the full moon lit up the snow covered landscape, the way it reflected off the frozen lake, that put the large grey wolf at ease. As he maintained his ground eating pace his mocha tinted ears swiveled, listening to the sounds of the forest around him. He slowed as he reached the ice, debating whether or not with the warmer weather it was safe to step out onto its surface. He decided against it, as much as he would have loved to sit in the centre of the lagoon before him. That crazy black she-wolf may have tempted fate but he had no desire to tramp home soaked to the skin to sleep in a lonely den in the snow. He was still debating whether or not coming here had been worth his time. He still hadn't caught sight nor scent of Rhysis and so far all of his encounters with the ladies had resulted in naught. He missed the thrill of the chase, and his ego missed the boost it received each time he managed to escape the shackles of pack life and being tied to a mate, and yet he sighed contentedly. The moon sung to him, and the land chanted along with its luna mistress. He couldn't hold it in anymore, it had been so long since he had just enjoyed the lonely night. His mocha tinted muzzle pointed skywards as his ears folded back and he opened his mouth loosing a deep rich howl into the sky. Singing back to the earth as it had sung to him. | ||
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