“ 𝘚 𝑎 𝒳 𝑜 𝑛... "Take off the mask when you are speaking to me"
-Ｓｃｏｕｔ
Brute ↣ 4 years ↣ Mentions; none↣ Tags; none, open ↣ Location; Headed back to camp
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Darkness blanketed the earth as Mother Nature continued to hit her snooze button. Not a soul stirred,
even the morning song birds were still nestled deep in their nest. A cool breeze swirled through the air but not
an animal around was there to welcome it with shivers, except Saxon. It gently tugged at the brutes white pelt
before waltzing through the leaves of the evergreens. Sighing heavily, it was early, too early for any wolf to be
about, anything sane would still be buried deep within its den. But not the charismatic brute he had been unable
to sleep and therefore had dismissed himself from camp. Taking on the dim of early morning like a duck to water,
he’d walked until the sun had brightened the sky to a murky grey.
Easing himself to a stop he sniffed the air, he was fairly far from camp now, but could be back within only a matter
of minutes if he travelled quickly. But there was no need for speed on this fine morning; the air was crisp welcoming
in the coming of winter. It would be here before they knew it. Relaxing his muscles, Saxon eased himself onto his
haunches yawning; he chuckled maybe next time he would stay in bed. But the sunrise thrilled him. To watch the sun
paint explicit hues across the sky was something that amazed his eyes. He was no crafty brute himself, herbs were
like a puzzle with a million pieces and hunting was just a lost cause. What was even the meaning of quiet anyways?
Before he knew it, he was lost in the beauty of the morning as the song birds began to sing their opening chorus.
The world was bundling up and coming alive. Smiling he looked to his left almost expecting someone to be sitting beside
him, but he was alone. A rare cause for sure, it seemed as if he always had someone around, alone time was a rare thing,
especially in a pack like his. It wasn’t long before just a few moments of watching the sunrise had turned into an hour or
maybe an hour and a half of daydreaming about life and the things he wanted to accomplish, like a rank promotion.
Raising himself to his paws Saxon turned his back on the morning sun and began to travel the path he had walked before.
Attempting to step in the exact same paw prints he had made earlier that morning, just for the sheer fun it.
No rush, the pack wouldn’t fall apart without him.
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-Ｓｃｏｕｔ
Brute ↣ 4 years ↣ Mentions; none↣ Tags; none, open ↣ Location; Headed back to camp
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Darkness blanketed the earth as Mother Nature continued to hit her snooze button. Not a soul stirred,
even the morning song birds were still nestled deep in their nest. A cool breeze swirled through the air but not
an animal around was there to welcome it with shivers, except Saxon. It gently tugged at the brutes white pelt
before waltzing through the leaves of the evergreens. Sighing heavily, it was early, too early for any wolf to be
about, anything sane would still be buried deep within its den. But not the charismatic brute he had been unable
to sleep and therefore had dismissed himself from camp. Taking on the dim of early morning like a duck to water,
he’d walked until the sun had brightened the sky to a murky grey.
Easing himself to a stop he sniffed the air, he was fairly far from camp now, but could be back within only a matter
of minutes if he travelled quickly. But there was no need for speed on this fine morning; the air was crisp welcoming
in the coming of winter. It would be here before they knew it. Relaxing his muscles, Saxon eased himself onto his
haunches yawning; he chuckled maybe next time he would stay in bed. But the sunrise thrilled him. To watch the sun
paint explicit hues across the sky was something that amazed his eyes. He was no crafty brute himself, herbs were
like a puzzle with a million pieces and hunting was just a lost cause. What was even the meaning of quiet anyways?
Before he knew it, he was lost in the beauty of the morning as the song birds began to sing their opening chorus.
The world was bundling up and coming alive. Smiling he looked to his left almost expecting someone to be sitting beside
him, but he was alone. A rare cause for sure, it seemed as if he always had someone around, alone time was a rare thing,
especially in a pack like his. It wasn’t long before just a few moments of watching the sunrise had turned into an hour or
maybe an hour and a half of daydreaming about life and the things he wanted to accomplish, like a rank promotion.
Raising himself to his paws Saxon turned his back on the morning sun and began to travel the path he had walked before.
Attempting to step in the exact same paw prints he had made earlier that morning, just for the sheer fun it.
No rush, the pack wouldn’t fall apart without him.
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