It's been two weeks since I left. Mother and Father are probably still searching. Hmm, that's alright. I'm my own Wolf, I can watch myself The young wolf slid down a small slope. He was only 1 1/2 years old, and was already the size of the average wolf. His upper back was a dark, almost black, grey. His lower body was a more, granity-grey. His golden eyes shone in the failing sunlight. He had been named for his eyes, and their reaction to the setting suns. His name, was Skysun.
Skysun stumbled slightly as he hit loose rock at the base of the slope. He tried to resituate himself, but failed. Sky fell flat onto his stomach. he pushed himself up, shook, and continued on his way. He did not have a set destination. Just wherever the wind took him…Read more >