October 03, 2021, 06:12 AM
the days have grown shorter, the temperatures dipping to a cool kiss that unknown to worripa — of whom has yet to experience his first winter — precede the gripping chill of the winter months. boldly, he leaves the cradle of the sunspire, exploring into the shadowy reaches of the blackfoot forest nestled as the edge of the rising sun valley. still, he clings close to the sunspire; driven by the primal need for survival and the big three: food, shelter, water.
the sun has only begun its climb in the horizon, not yet breaching the dark canopy that yawns above him.
the sun has only begun its climb in the horizon, not yet breaching the dark canopy that yawns above him.