WC: 501 OOC: Sorry that took me so long… and I’m blah blah blahing lol but I got it up!!! Also Denali is in his Optime form <3
Denali had found himself outside of Crimson Dreams territory, something he’d not seen himself do since he was so young, he’d not forgotten any of those days, but he wasn’t scared, not since his outing with his friend Artemis but it had been a while since he’d moved outside of the territory. Now he was in full Optime form, standing a very short four foot nine, he was still growing, though he grudgingly thought he wouldn’t grow any more, his good friend Alder was twice his size already and he was younger than Denali! He wasn’t angry at his friend, though he hadn’t seen the boy around much lately, he missed playing with the shy raccoon faced boy, but he was finding out he wasn’t the center of everyone’s attention, so now here he was, the short armed and legged boy walking past rabbit lake into the rolling hills. He’d remembered what they were called from his mom, who’d taught him the surrounding areas, knowing that he’d probably need to know such a thing later on, which he was sure would come in handy.
The color blind boy could not enjoy the beauty that set before him, but for today, it was something all would see the same as a thin layer of snow blanketed the area, though he doubted it would stay, it was getting a little warmer again and snow didn’t seem to last much. He was glad for his mom though as he absolutely hated the cold, he’d grown thick fur up on his chest area but most of his winter fur had not grown in… this year, maybe it would next year, but for now he wore a thick jacket, and layered himself in pants he’d found, he fit in them almost perfectly, they were something called sweat pants or something, whatever they were had to be patched up but that was why he layered them as well to keep himself warm, so he looked much like a walking zombie than anything else… his movements were limited, and his brand new scarf was his favorite as his mom had made it for him… he was so thankful for her generosity even though he was not her blood, she’d treated him as much of her own pup and that was something to be thankful for, though he had wondered about his own parents, not sure what had really happened that day the coyote had attacked him, and he didn’t find them. He wasn’t out here for that though. He was not so desperate to jump into dangers arms looking for something that should have found him first, no, he just thought it would be a nice day to finally move around a bit, though he still had his playful tendencies, he couldn’t do much playing in his thick suit of clothes. So he just sat, watching the grey and white land around him, his ears held high, his nose sniffing for anything new, or anything he could identify.
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