R e a s o n s like s e a s o n s.

For the Kratina. Muaha. Hope this is inspiring lol.

They c o n s t a n t l y c h a n g e.

The day was hot, humid and in Anu’s cerulean eyes, horrid. She hated the heat, and though dry was ok, the wet and moister that clung in the air was a little to much for her. It made her fur coat the enemy, and she cursed the fact that she even wore it. She trucked on; paw after paw she walked thought the forest. Light was scarce, and only thin patches dotted the floor of the rain forest. She looked to the canopy, mind wondered if rain would start too pour, that fact was inevitable. She smelled it in the air, but was unsure if it smelled of it constantly. She ignored it for the moment, and fought through underbrush in search of a breeze. Anything that might calm the heat that resided under her fur.


She came upon a clearing, as if the forest had heard her silent cry for relief. It lay at the outskirts of the tropical woodland. In the center lay a slap of granite. The scout walked toward it, tired from the journey, but more exhausted by the heat. With little enthusiasm she jumped upon it, and lay on her gray and brown back. Cream colored underside to the now visible sky the sprit wolf lay in contemplation. She watched the clouds roll by, with a lazy ease that clouds possessed sometimes. She disbanded the idea that it would rain, the sky to clear and light, clouds alabaster and downy.

She closed her eyes, and drifted into a half sleep, mind wandering through the ideas of life and death. She thought of her family, as she did often, and a pang rang in her heart. They were missed by the margin scout. But she had found others to love and call family, but her relationships with them were not yet strong, and with such fragile things, they would not be able to bare the weight of the stresses that came with pack life.