Post by Demitrii on Dec 17, 2011 23:10:47 GMT -5
The canine was alive. This small fox was having the time of his life. Or at least, for now. The small fox made his way through the shuttering trees, his white fur flipping and turning in the wind. There was a hollow feel to the air, which made him feel like he weighed as much as air did. He was free. There was no telling what this little canine would run into as he made his way through the forest.
The forest was alive, and he could feel it. The canine often did not venture away from the castle, but on this morning he found the forest was calling him. There was always a hint of interest to him when it came to the forest, it was a place of wonder.
The forest was also where the young fox was born. Every fox wished to go back to his home, and every now and then he had to. It was such an experience to go back to his home land and just run.
Run, to run like a wolf against the moon. This small canine was no wolf that was for sure. If battle came his way the only advantage he had would be to bite at their ankles.
But the small fox didn't care, for now he was free. The small canine came to a stop and began to slow to a trot, and eventually stop. He looked out at the forest, the forest that his king ruled over was a such a blessing.
The small fox sat himself down on the grass and looked out into the wood, it was his home, it was his way of life; and it reminded him why did his job.
