Rising Sun Valley peregrine

rocks weren't as interesting as seashells.

if they had texture, they were coarse or else they were completely smooth. the most interesting ones had the remains of a bird imprinted on them, but that wasn't enough to make hunting for them as worth it as seashells. each shell had grooves, colors and intricate shapes that made hunting for them interesting at least.

simple thoughts like these guided the troubled boy if only a moment before the bellows of caribou tore him from his meandering. he kept away from them, but he could tell that some had passed nervous glances towards a passing wolf.

familiar velvet fur danced in the autumn winds, and ghelan slouched within himself before forcing a small smile.
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