by EscapeFromReality » Fri Jul 11, 2014 2:30 pm
Maximus nods and turns away, loping off into the woods. The brute runs for a while before coming to a clearing. The grass here is soft and so he curls up on it as if it's a cushion, looking up at the sky. The wolf sighs as he thinks, considering his choice to have gone south. Everything here is noisy and dramatic, less primal. It's hot and there's no snow, just trees obscuring everywhere. The only pluses that Maximus can think of are being in a pack and Sierrn.