The river had long since frozen over, but he followed it along the snowy bank nonetheless, hoping it would lead him to a non-frozen source of fresh water he could drink from. The snow itself clung to his paws, and he could feel them begin to tingle with the cold, and changed his mind to find someplace to shelter that was warm and cozy. He could get some water later when he wasn't freezing his limbs off. It got too cold at night for him to be out and about, but fox dens were far and few between at this time of year, so he had found himself sticking to the forest where he knew of a few places to settle down in. But this night he had gotten distracted and lost track of the time.
Wrynn's gaze was pulled upwards to the night sky as colours began to dance across the expanse. His mouth opened in amazement, tail tapping excitedly by his hind legs, as he gazed upwards. Usually the night sky was black, sometimes a dark blue, but tonight it was a myriad of greens, blues, and purples moving in waves and ripples, almost like a chaotic river, but in the sky. At the sound of another wolf's howl close by he immediately shrunk into himself like a turtle going back into its shell, and whipped his head around to make sure there was no one coming straight for him.
When the howl died down and he saw no one, he tentatively stood up, albeit still crouched. He hadn't been expecting that, and was thoroughly shaken as he began to move again, once more looking for an old fox den to settle down in for the night, but keeping an eye out for the strange wolf too. His paws lead him in a strange movement, not quite linear along the frozen river anymore, and after a little bit he emerged into a small valley where he could finally see the other wolf. Maybe he could just turn around and go in the other direction instead of facing them?
He turned to step away, and in doing so stood on a stick that snapped in half with a loud
crack! Just his luck.
(This post was last modified: Dec 20, 2021, 02:01 AM by Wrynn.)