Post by rahu on Sept 11, 2005 10:56:04 GMT -5
A slightly bulky figure wandered atop the Rocky Cliffs, pacing forwards and backwards slowly, tail just touching the ground beneath his paws. Ears twitching, eyes blinking, he raised his head upwards, the gales and winds around him washing around his body; as if they wanted to lift him into the sky, welcoming him to their world.
He sat down on his rear slowly, careful not to get shards of the rocks that surrounded him stuck in his fur. Dark amber eyes watched the sky, watching the clouds revolve around the earth curiously, nose twitching slightly. Afterall, there were many new scents, sights and sounds to get used to here. Although he WAS enjoying himself - this was the first time he had properly got a chance to rest, the journey to the Moors was quite exhausting and all he could do for rest was curl up beneath a bush and sleep for part of the night.
Opening his muzzle slightly, he got back up onto his paws, yet still watching the sky. The sun was bright now - it was noon. Zarn had been born in the south, and therefore had once had very thin fur. However; very soon after that his family tribe moved suddenly, going to the north-west. And so, his fur had thickened and he was left with a sort of mixture of southern fur and northern fur, which was unhelpful, seeing as in the cold he had no very thick fur and in the heat he had no very thin fur.
Turning around, away from the sun, he grinned to himself as he saw the Misty Moors terrain lands in front of him, as though trying to drag him in, yet welcoming him to the pack. He had been admitted into the pack a short while ago by Alpha Taint, but Zarnesti still hadn't met the other wolves.
He sat down on his rear slowly, careful not to get shards of the rocks that surrounded him stuck in his fur. Dark amber eyes watched the sky, watching the clouds revolve around the earth curiously, nose twitching slightly. Afterall, there were many new scents, sights and sounds to get used to here. Although he WAS enjoying himself - this was the first time he had properly got a chance to rest, the journey to the Moors was quite exhausting and all he could do for rest was curl up beneath a bush and sleep for part of the night.
Opening his muzzle slightly, he got back up onto his paws, yet still watching the sky. The sun was bright now - it was noon. Zarn had been born in the south, and therefore had once had very thin fur. However; very soon after that his family tribe moved suddenly, going to the north-west. And so, his fur had thickened and he was left with a sort of mixture of southern fur and northern fur, which was unhelpful, seeing as in the cold he had no very thick fur and in the heat he had no very thin fur.
Turning around, away from the sun, he grinned to himself as he saw the Misty Moors terrain lands in front of him, as though trying to drag him in, yet welcoming him to the pack. He had been admitted into the pack a short while ago by Alpha Taint, but Zarnesti still hadn't met the other wolves.