Blackfoot Forest Shallow shadowed nights

The sun had begun to set as the dark figure bounded down from the mountainside, towards the creek. He watched as slivers of moonlight danced across the water edge and he jumped towards them, for a small moment, allowing his age to show through. With ear's back upon his head, and large forelegs splayed wide he stood and watched his reflection in the dark, half of it was light and half dark, thanks to the playful shadows.

Dark rivulets of blood rolled down the side of his face, to fall and mix and mingle in with the crystal clear water, making it cloud and red. He was covered in small cuts, and bites and claw marks, foxes were the very devils. He gave a wry chuckle as he thought of the moonless night underneath shadow filled skys. It was dark and dreary, and he had met a little imp. If he didn't have the soon to be scars to prove it, he would have thought it merely a dream.

Shifting his weight he watched the water ripple and drift, just as his mind did, drifting off into nothing. Lifting blue gaze to study the shadow steeped tree's of the blackfoot forest, and he wondered if the foxes were looking out at him.