Emberwood sail

The afternoon sun glinted off the male’s dappled silver pelt – his lanky form moved with a swift grace that still seemed rather awkward, if only in reverence to the size of his paws versus the size of himself. Still, without a current care in the world, the rogue’s lackadaisical nature shone through with perfect clarity, and a rather lopsided grin could be seen twitching at the corner of his mouth.

It was partially cloudy, stirring the sun to disappear every so often, but it did little to deter the youthful male. Having finally dispersed from his home, Rifter had adoringly kissed his pregnant mother goodbye, listened to a few wise words from his father, and struck out on adventure. His siblings determined they were content to stay for now – no doubt hoping to rise within the ranks their beautiful home had to offer.

But Rifter wanted something more. Something different. And with this desire, he now found himself in a rather ethereal forest.. fueled purely by curiosity, rather than energy, for it had been days since his last meal.