Lone Star Mountain she dreamed of paradise

Dakota was here again. In a spiral of connecting caves, searching for a place that maybe just be able to house his pack; he looks for their own little paradise. He might not find it soon but if he does of course that would be something to truly boast about to his family. The family that he doesn’t know already found their eternal paradise, still he searches for them for what? All he knows it’s called paradise, but for what it looks like? He’s not quite sure.

His paws carry him throughout the black of the cavern. I’m one instance he comes across a dimly lit room where many tunnels meet. The room is covered in tall, impressive crystals. They shine ethereally when the moon is at the right angle in the sky. At the moment, he believes he might have found paradise just by how beautiful it is, but fitfully, he shakes his head–no, this can’t be it.

Onwards he goes thinking that might never make it out, until he turns a corner and eyes catch on an entrance to one of many underground tunnels. Not the way he came in but good enough for Dakota. He sees the moon shining just outside, he’s impressed with himself even he really didn’t even try navigating, he just kept walking.

Then a small ball of white can be seen just by the entrance, he wonders what it is. So he finds himself walks lazily you towards it. His paws aren’t quiet, his overgrown nails tap-tap-tap on the cavern floor. He’s tilting his head, skull level with his back he comes ever to closer. Those golden hues of his seem to glow in the dark in the dim lighting and would surely startle anyone who was not paying enough attention.

Soon enough he realizes it’s another animal. A wolf, dog, canine type of animal. Then slicing through the song that the night songs his voice sings throughout the cavern walls.

“Evening.” He says smoothly, not wanting to startle if they still haven’t noticed him.