4/26/2025, 8:24 PM
Layre moved with quiet purpose. The gentle step of hardened warrior in repose. Blue eyes slid to the horizon as oranges and reds bled into the day. Clouds covering only, but the edges. He was inbetween times. He had always preferred early morning and late nights. When the world was silent. But then again, it was also the time that nightmares come to call.
Russet muzzle lifting to draw in the deep scent of flowers in bloom. Heavy with dewdrops and sun beams. Flick of tattered ear. A twist of paw. Wolves were here, but where.
Ever vigilant he moved about.
Russet muzzle lifting to draw in the deep scent of flowers in bloom. Heavy with dewdrops and sun beams. Flick of tattered ear. A twist of paw. Wolves were here, but where.
Ever vigilant he moved about.