Big Salmon Lake My Shores Were Pretty

SETTING:
Weather: overcase
cool
early morning
TERRITORY: Bramble Point/Salmon Lake

TAGS: N/A

Eyes set to the ground before him, the small boy wanders aimlessly across the newly claimed land with a sunken appearance. His paws, once carrying a pep in his step—now graze against the earth in languid movements, toying with the soil and making marks. These new lands did not feel like home to him; Did not make him happy.

It was baren, near dead, and The Caldera had a weird smell to it hidden deep deep beneath the autumn breeze.—Almost as if it was covering up a secret.

Even the place he reached now was dark and odd. Brambles poked out of every surface, covering the trees and earth in its deadly thorns. Primrose had already pricked himself on a few in his short time here, learning well to stay clear of them. But he kept pursuing onwards, sniffing curiously at the air in search for a water source.