Swiftcurrent Creek even the sun is dressed in black

of course not!

He remained motionless in a seating position, like a gargoyle poised on top of cathedral, his chin pointing upwards but his eyes closed since he knew that if he stared directly into the dark crimsom ring that ruled over the sky he'd damage his sight. He allowed the silence to embrace him and for a second he really felt as if he were at a funeral.

"The sun is mourning", a gentle voice called to him, waking him from his daydreams. He turned to look at the female, a little reddish wolf with a porcelain face. After studying her for a brief moment, he turned again to his original position; his chin lifted and his eyes shut. "He's been waiting far too long" he commented while he felt the itensity of the fire ring burn through his eye lids, then turning his face away he continued, "He grieves the loss of another star". His gruff voice gave away his sudden sadness, but he didn't think the wolfess would comment on it.

"Nothing as beautiful as when he laughs" he answered, while he locked eyes with the girl, he'd be alright whether she chose to stay or to go.