Silver Moraine The Death of Every Darkness

Set on Sunday, August 12, 2018 @Mawk This might get a bit interesting. Let's do this!

Trotting along the upturned rocks and soil, the broad shouldered wolf's eyes scanned in front of him, yet his thoughts ran on what he had left behind. The peak still called to him, but he pushed on, his restless nature shoving him into newer territory. He was on alert, which distracted him from his siblings and the nightmares which had plagued him in the recent weeks. Muscles tensed, his senses were sharp this morning as his paws depressed the dirt into the earth. His tail swished, a small smile resting on his face as the excitement of the feeling of freedom coursed through him. He loved the feeling, and the respite from the thoughts and nightmares gave him some of the bounce back in his step. It was a warm day, yet his fur had thinned out, showing his lack of food. No bones were showing, but no extra fat was anywhere on his body, his fur rippling with long muscles as he kept moving, leaving him almost with a coyote look, although much larger. Swiveling his ears, the jut in the ground was quiet, which he had gotten used to and almost love. The feeling of the warm dirt on his paws was comforting, something different, something new, something strange. He loved traveling, almost needed it, and knowing he was somewhere he had never been before gave him what he needed: a distraction. He stopped and looked around for a moment before the lean wolf continued, his tail swinging from side to side.