The wind picked up and with it came so many scents that Sven had a hard time distinguishing. The leaves that had been so green on his first foray into the wilds were slowly beginning to change colors. It was so strange to see apots of color on green. A bit like the wildflowers Skald loved.
Ovverly sized ears lifted as he listened for any of his siblings or his father who he often toddle behind. Fadir was slow, but Sven enjoyed his presence as much as he loved cuddles from mama.
The steel gray of his eyes shaped like hia father looked out over the wide expanse of Stone circle. He wrinkled his nose dotted with freckles and slowly bent his nose to thr ground. It was a grand day to adventure. With the wind through his silky fur and the promise of a new season on the edges.
Ovverly sized ears lifted as he listened for any of his siblings or his father who he often toddle behind. Fadir was slow, but Sven enjoyed his presence as much as he loved cuddles from mama.
The steel gray of his eyes shaped like hia father looked out over the wide expanse of Stone circle. He wrinkled his nose dotted with freckles and slowly bent his nose to thr ground. It was a grand day to adventure. With the wind through his silky fur and the promise of a new season on the edges.
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