Hoshor Plains We’re All Here For A Little Fun

Setting: Late Evening — 20:25. 70 degrees — clear skies, slight breeze.

@Auriel

Donovan pads along the flat plains of the wide open area. The sky is on the verge of twilight and he can’t stop himself from gazing up to the starry sky. He was told every star is a lost soul when he was a pup. He still believes it to this day. Or at least he thinks he does. His mother said that when death grasps them, it hardly ever lets go. Only to deposit them up in the sky. A place far away, intangible by the likes of them.

Still here he is, wandering beneath the stars. Thinking about shit his mom told him when he was a pup. He doesn’t have time to live in the past. His future with his pack are his only concerns now. So caught up in his thoughts he is hardly paying attention to anything around him.