8/26/2025, 2:38 PM
Artok moved about this new territory. The dawn broke along the cloudy sky. The warm rays glancing along the white of his pelt in mix matched stripes. And in broken intervals as the clouds shifted.
A tilt of ear forward. A golden gaze. Cut through the early light. He stretched the ruined muscles in his shoulder grimacing as he did so.
A tilt of ear forward. A golden gaze. Cut through the early light. He stretched the ruined muscles in his shoulder grimacing as he did so.