◜ . blue shadows on the trail ┊ open . ◞

[AUGUST]

[glow=#000,1,400]A MILLION DREAMS ARE KEEPING ME AWAKE — TAGS[/glow]

To sit alone in the pale moonlight after sundown was unlike August, who had always cherished the comfort and safety of the camp. To be exposed and vulnerable out in the open was considered unsafe to the pup. However, for tonight, he felt that getting away from the packed commune would be most ideal. He sat near the edge of the woodlands, on the verge of the vast expanse of trees that covered the territory. August sat in the face of the large moon, and as far as he was concerned, it was his only form of audience.

It was a wolf's instinct to howl, and the adolescent especially could not help the fact. So, the male threw his head back and parted his jaws, letting out a lone cry to the night sky, [glow=black,1,400]"Awoooooooooo!"[/glow] It lasted for quite a few seconds, as August compressed the air in his lungs to the fullest extent. A whisp of hot breath had lolled out of his maw, drifting clearly above his silhouetted figure.

August sat silent for a moment, tilting his head and perking his ears. Nothing but the rustling of the trees and the distant hoots of owls could be heard. He huffed softly, and another couple of moments later, he repeated his actions, [glow=black,1,400]"Arh-Awooooo!"[/glow] Being a youngster, his voice was not yet haunting enough to send chills down a spine, nor was it melodic enough to be considered beautiful. However, it was clear that he was passionate about whatever he was trying to accomplish, and it was clear that there was something of panging, longing, emotion in his howls.

The young wolf sat for a few minutes, maybe more, singing his song to the heavens above.