Infant
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iC. Blooms sprouted into life all around him, poking their delicate heads aboveground, vivid splashes of color peeking through the rich soil, lending their simple beauty to the landscape. Dainty heads, fragile as a shard of glass, swayed in time to a pleasant melody, the breeze gentle, tugging only softly at the minute petals, the miniscule bits of life that had once more persevered throughout the harsh winter. They were simple wildflowers that would last for only a short time before fading away again, shriveling and dying as so many beings are wont to do. Such beauty, such frail magnificence, could not ever hope to endure under the merciless glare of the Sun for long, not out in an open field, where only long, waving grasses are best fit to survive. And yet, they held out for as lengthy a time as they could. He would do well to enjoy the lovely flowers while he could. His nostrils twitched as he inhaled the faint scent, for it was still too soon for their overwhelming aroma, of which he was grateful for. The wolf gave a short, barking laugh as his paws daintily slipped around the blossoms, not wishing to end their existences so rapidly.
The rays of the Sun, though hidden it was behind a thin veil of clouds, warmed him, a stronger wind ruffling his shaggy, white fur. He smiled slightly, yellowed teeth bared to the world, a warning to prey yet also a sign of faint amusement to one of his own. After all, is it not a queer sight, a wolf adorned by such a pale coat wandering an area that clearly does not suit him? Only a creature as silly as a rabbit would venture down to a place where he would have no hope of catching a meal, unless, of course, one had not come to eat. And who was to say that Tajimaru hungered for flesh, whether it be that of a hare or a doe? Who was to say it was not company that the lone wolf longed for, though his mind strove to tell him differently? After all, he had endured for many a year without social contact. Even having recently joined a pack, he still had little to do with the other wolves.
”Perhaps,” mused the wolf, pausing in his idle wandering, where he had been lazily weaving back and forth, steps light as a feather. ”I should be the one making the attempt to seek out the others, instead of ambling around like this.” His eyes snapped shut, before flickering open. Cocking his head to the side, he made a decision, one that had long been under consideration (Tajimaru was not one who made choices on the fly). With the breeze, chill though it might be to wolves of thinner furs, winding through his thick fur, he set off in search of others, knowing they would be near.
OoC. Yup. It's actually a post. Hope it makes sense. :3
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Murmuring Breeze
