Never did Dandelion think he would see this place again. Dumped back here away from the last home he had, his legs found himself sprawled all over the snowy earth. The sky was blanketed by clouds, snow falling down like glitter. The wind was a little nippy but not too bad. What was really beautiful however, was the faint glimmer of red hues that shown through the snow.

Blushed plants were trying desperately to come back, but the world was fighting it hard. That didn't stop Dandy from trying to enjoy his third chance at a life here. The autumn colored male rolled in the deep snow, happy that he could enjoy at least something in this world. The scent of other wolves did become apparent however, raising a slight alarm in him. Maybe they were friendly? Letting his head rise, a friendly call was set loose to the world, hoping that someone else would be kind enough to reach out.


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