- Before noon, 53 ° F/12 ° C
Sky courtesy of the global RE
A blanked of slate grey hung low and heavy over the Fields when Drestig woke up that morning, his legs stiff as he wiggled his way out of the den. It was nice and full now, with the pups and newer members, and he felt as safe as ever leaving it behind, to jog off the soreness on a morning patrol. Above him the clouds rolled ominously, glistening with lightning, though the ground remained dry during his round. Still, the clear threat, and the cold winds that came with it spoke their clear language to the aging alpha. Just the other day he’d spoken with Jessie about making a round to their neighbors, now that the pups were getting bigger and a little easier to handle. With this sudden reminder of the approaching fall, it seemed much more urgent than he’d thought before, and as he made his way back towards the pond at the center of the territory, he decided it was best to get moving soon. So he raised his muzzle to the sky, calling for his fellow pack mates to join him, as he settled near the water’s edge, tapping his tail lightly against the grass. There were plenty of things to address beside his trip anyway, and it might as well be now. The puppies were old enough for a proper introduction, and the new members deserved one as well, it could all be handled now, and then he could leave, knowing everything was taken care off here. While he waited for the pack to gather, he stared up at the dark sky, frowning at the strangely churning clouds. Hopefully they’d contain themselves until he’d finished here, and then get it over with quickly. But of course, he had no power over nature. Word count: 297 Thoughts ”Speech” |