Malo
Delta Material
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Post by Malo on Jun 16, 2009 12:35:33 GMT -5
It was surprisingly warm in the forest, even with the trees offering their shade. A lone male laid under one of the large trees, his golden stomach exposed to the world. Dalryx was laying on his back, dosing the beautiful spring afternoon away. He rolled over, stretching one of his back legs as he did so, revealing his gray and gold saddle. Even though the rest of his fur was black, he stood out in the forest when the sun hit him just right. Yet for once he wasn't thinking about himself in his dreams.
A breeze picked up under the canopy of the trees, and blew the fur on his back. His eyelids slowly lifted, revealing tired purple eyes. He looked up at the sky, seeing the sun shining through holes in the canopy above. He sighed, stretched, and stood up slowly, shaking out his coat. He yawned, stretched again, and looked around. He was surprised to find that he was thirsty, and he raised his nose to see if he could smell any nearby. Nothing. He'd have to walk to the river.
As he walked along, his thoughts strayed to Fallon. What was she doing, over in Moon territory? Should he visit? He had meant to join the pack earlier in the year, when he first arrived, but had never got around to it. Shrugging, he kept walking, not willing to make the trek to Moon lands just yet. Hopefully something interesting would happen in the mean time.
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