Honeyed Pasture breathe in the fumes

not much could be seen in the dim moonlit pasture other than a smog of smoke and grease shifting throughout the golden sea of towering grass. like a shadow chasing the last fading light, he made his way to the edge of the meadow, lost of breath and left in awe as he stopped to suck in a breath. the taste of the sea danced across his lips as a gust of wind tangled the familiar smells of the ocean through his monochrome fur.

oh how he missed the days of sand shifting beneath his paws and the sun relentlessly pouring down rays of warmth. he knew it would only be a matter of time before the days grew cold and the sea turn sour. he only hoped they'd be back on the island before then, for there was still so much he wished to show sotiris before the snows came and stole their time.

ever the fairy-tale dreamer, astaroth lowered himself to admire the scenery, content to stay here under the stars for another hour or two before he'd have to return to reality and head back to the forest where his family rest.