Post by ansel on Apr 1, 2011 16:12:19 GMT -5
The sun was setting behind him, and still, the heat was intense. There was lots of red colored sand all around him, underneath a darkening orange sky. This was his kind of place to be sure. Ansel soared over the empty wastelands, scanning his eyes along the ground for any sign of life. With the exception of a bold snake or lizard or two, he saw absolutely nothing thus far. Only the hardiest of creatures could survive here, and in Ansel's opinion, whatever ruled the sky, ruled the earth as well.
The stocky red-coated flier descended towards the dunes, alighting gracefully on the top of one. He watched with satisfaction as the grains of sand rolled and hissed away from his muddy brown colored paws. He allowed his head to swivel back and forth as his eyes searched carefully for anyone he felt that he could talk to. He had finally plucked up the courage to leave his family pack, but he quickly realized a few days later how difficult a loner's life could be. It was time for a change, and another wolf-creature of any kind would be a welcome sight.
The stocky red-coated flier descended towards the dunes, alighting gracefully on the top of one. He watched with satisfaction as the grains of sand rolled and hissed away from his muddy brown colored paws. He allowed his head to swivel back and forth as his eyes searched carefully for anyone he felt that he could talk to. He had finally plucked up the courage to leave his family pack, but he quickly realized a few days later how difficult a loner's life could be. It was time for a change, and another wolf-creature of any kind would be a welcome sight.
