07-03-2011, 01:57 AM
The male was still scouting to try to find the best place to sit and gather his thoughts; the shifted tripod took this notebook and charcoal pencil. He knew that the one thing that had not change from the pack was the stars, they would always be there. Never changing, it was like if you knew them well enough they could tell you just about anything. The more the male found him-self looking out at the night sky asking him-self the million questions that he always had running though his mind, the more he started to see connections in the weather, season, and just about everything else with the stars. The silver male moved higher and higher, trying to find the right spot, thinking if he went high enough that he would be able to get a clear view, but something always changed his path to other areas of the pack lands.
This night the male had wondered to the shore line as the lighting bugs flickered along, moving in no such one pattern or another, the male looked down shore line there was nothing for the two toned blue eyed best to see but miles(or what looked like it) of creamy white sand. With a soft sigh, of relaxation the male sat down criss crossed upon the sand, opening the book on his lap as he started to chart the stars that laid out in the sky above him.
This night the male had wondered to the shore line as the lighting bugs flickered along, moving in no such one pattern or another, the male looked down shore line there was nothing for the two toned blue eyed best to see but miles(or what looked like it) of creamy white sand. With a soft sigh, of relaxation the male sat down criss crossed upon the sand, opening the book on his lap as he started to chart the stars that laid out in the sky above him.