Dawnlark Plains I only call you when it's half-past five

hope it's ok if I join <3

Along an unknown trail, the soldier treads. Past glacier and snowmelted peak, and meadows alive with summer sounds. Towards a land untouched, perhaps, by light.

He wished to know - for Him to know. To take in all it's divine beauty.

A scuffle , he melts away from the shadows towards the young wolf, making his presence known with a stern chuff as he surveyed the scene.

"If you are angry, there are better ways of seeking release than on some poor bird." Eyes narrowed, he places a paw purposefully on the discarded quail. She seemed young. She would learn.