Sleepy Fox Hollow Sea born

just so he doesn't get kicked. Thunderstorm backdated before wyllas thread

The sky was angry. Etienne stood on a hillside overlooking the hollow. His golden gaze upon the horizon and the lightning that colored the black sky in bleedings of light. The ground whined beneath his feet and his ears stayed tight to his head. The sound overwhelming to his sensitive ears.

He lifted his paws and placed them back down. The vibrations overwhelming. Then the sky screamed and rain rushed to bathe him in its cleansing embrace. Matting his fur over lean body. Slicking the fur of his granme into a tightened cape.

He titled head forward letting the rain sluice down his face and he lifted his voice to singing of the sea. A sailors call for those might be lost to sea.