November Trees ♕
➳ Nickname ;; November Trees ➳ Age ;; Three Years ➳ Crush ;; No One ➳ Rank ;; Loner ➳ Looks ;; xXx ➳ Tags ;; None
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- His black pelt glimmered agents the morning sunlight as it streamed from the sky above, down to the Earth, and onto his dark black pelt. Due to the color of his fur being so dark, his toung rolled out of his mouth ad the heat burned up his body. Rolling onto the side, the cool dirt started to help cool him down. Tilting his head up, above, he could see the shade of a tree looming down over him. The green leaves fluttered in the wind as a small gust of the air came by. Feeling the corners of his cheeks roll up, he rolled back onto his stomach, putting his head down onto his paws. In the distance, November Trees saw many wolves doing many different things. Some were coming back from hunting, some were talking to others, and others were doing as he was doing. Nothing. November Trees stayed close to the other wolves around in this woods. There was no pack, not yet. But November Trees knew that one would come about soon enough. So all the lone wolves often were close together in the woods. And the tree that he was laying under at that moment, he could see just enough wolves around him to make him feel safe. Even though if something came to hurt him, that probably none of them would help, he could not help but feel safer with the wolves being near him.
The sound of a bug rolled by, making the brute's ear snap back at the sound of a fly buzzing around his head. That was it. The bordum that struck his body was too much for November Trees to take anymore. Rising up to his four feet, his black tail swayed behind him in a calm fashion. He slowly looked around the woods, taking in every single feature that the woods had. The grass that reached up to the sky like it was trying to toutch the clouds. The rocks that lay in heaps around the pack. And the trees that seemed to grow like that was the only mission in life that they were assigned too. But most importantly, the wolves there. November Trees looked around, scanning all the lone wolves, wondering who he should go and talk too.






