Cerulean Cape i'm in love with truth and sick and tired of this youth

those wandering the cerulean cape this day would stumble upon a curious sight. perhaps they would see the impressive hillock of sand first — or perhaps it would be the waving tail of the pale wolf in the pit beside that mound that first caught their eye. upon closer inspection, one would see sand flying from the pit at a rapid and steady pace.

yakone was digging, nearly invisible in the deep hole she'd carved out aside from her tail. there was no rhyme nor reason behind it aside from pure, thoughtless fun. she hadn't had time for that in what felt like ages. she was panting happily, sand caked in her silvery fur. for the first time in a long time, she felt free.