It was like someone had lit a match and set the world on fire as the sun began its ascent in the sky, slowly crawling its way over the peak of the large mountain (Mount. Dire) that towered like a giant, watching all that happened below in chilling silence. As the sun began to awake the sleeping world below with its scattered rays of light through partial cloud cover that gave the once stark black of night a soft golden glow. The chirps of local birds and sounds of small critters could be heard among Relic Lore, the world greeting the new day. It was bewildering that the world wasn’t actually made of gold, the way the sunlight made everything look.
A loud yawn escaped the ivory muzzle of a sleeping beast, a cloud of warm breath bellowing out from his mouth like the smoke of a dragon, lofting upwards into chilly morning air. Stretching out his large paws before him, he clawed at the dirt beneath him, waking up his once dormant body by pulling at ever muscle within his medium sized frame that lay below his mottled pelt of grays, blacks and whites. Waking up his sleeping muscles, he finally allowed his heavy eyelids to open, revealing a pair of soft brown eyes, blurry from sleep before they finally cleared to make the world before him more crisp and precise.
With a low grunt, the brute stumbled to pull his frame up onto all fours, shaking his body with front paws spread slightly to awake his-self that much more. Small amounts of dust flung off of his thick coat, another loud yawn escaping as his black lips pulled back to expose his canine teeth followed by a shake of his head. Why did waking up in the morning have to be so hard? It felt so good to sleep and let his mind come up with such wonderful dreams of hares galore running about that kept his stomach happy and full. Actually, food wasn’t a bad idea now as on cue almost his stomach gave a small rumble of protest, begging to be given its fill. But first, water was needed to cure his morning thirst.
It was the sound of running water, well more like falling water, that hypnotized the sleepy Dimango into heading towards its source. It had been a couple days since he stumbled upon this land and he wasted no time in finding the main source of water to make camp at for the time being. On his agenda today was to first quench his thirst, find some form of food to silence his rumbling belly and then explore the local area to see what it had to offer him. From what he made out of it so far, it was well enough to sustain a large population of wolves without a doubt due to the hundreds of different scents that covered the area, some similar with the scent of a pack, but unique as well with that wolf’s individual smell.
Lazily dragging himself closer and closer to the small pool of water, he found himself pulling his lips back into a small satisfied smile. It was nice to have accommodations so close at hand, and better yet this small pool he noticed had fish that swam within it, making breakfast easier to find. If he could catch one of the rascals, that was. Dimango was a wolf build for running and evading danger, not plunging his head under the water’s surface to snap at swimming fish with hopes of making a meal. He was not a skilled fisherman, but he had built up enough skills to keep himself from looking like an entire fool. Again, with the thought of food, his stomach gave another rumble. ”Shut up.” Dimango growled under his breath at his stomach, glancing down between his front paws to glance at his verbal under belly.
Stepping closer to the water’s edge, he lowered his head, parting his jaws to allow his tongue to lap delicately at the water. It was sweet relief as the freezing and refreshing water slid down his parched throat, quickly quenching his thirst. With his fill taken care of, he lifted his head slightly to gain a better view of the water’s surface, focusing on the small body of shadows that swam farther out in the depths of the pool. Hesitantly stepping into the cold water, he pulled a face of distaste from the nips the freezing water gave this his skin, slowly wading deeper until the water came up to just below his belly. Keeping his eyes trained on the darting fish, he waited for the right moment before SPLASH, his entire head dunked under the water and jaws snapped at the fleeing fish, missing his target. Pulling his head back up, he gave a shake to free his facial fur of the water, a small huff of frustration escaping his lips.