Mael went always forward, following the full moon in its course to the top throne of where the sun once where, but the moon never seemed to set. It was always there, in the sky, even in the dim morning. He was musing about his life, thinking something was missing. Besides his fox plushie, which was always so silent, he was jsut so lonely... He felt like he needed soemone else. Someone to stay with him, whatever was to happen and never leave him. But who? He knew no one else in that new pack, and he had been wandering alone for quite a while. It was really boring. Even in his tiny planet, he had more company than here. He frowned lightly at thatthought, but then it faded away in understanding. Maybe it had more company because it was smaller. This planet was jsut so big! It was so easy to get lost there... In his planet, it only needed a few steps to go around it. He'd never get lost there. Even more in the lamp lighter, when it only needed three steps to go around it.
A giggle scaped from his throath, childish and delighting, as he remembered of the poor man's joka about his own faith. That was one odd adult. At least one that wasn't so... adult. Not that the husky mix had anything against adulst, but they seemed to deny the way children looked at the world, not willing to understand it. That made him sad and almost miserable for them. Such a sad faith...
He had been so lost in his thoughts that forgot where he was heading. He tilted the head to one side and frowned, trying to remember. There was something about... fish? Or was it wish? He shook his head. If he didn't remember, it shouldn't be something that important. He just kept ahead, still following the moon. Or was it following him?
The male then just locked his gaze on it, not letting himself wander in the bright-shinning stars. It looked like it was following him. He then haulted, frowning to the moon. "Why do you follow me..?" He asked silently, although he knew it wouldn't be answering him. He just jumped backwards, and it followed. His frown got stronger. He started then to flinch, jump, run, go back, and do whatver he could make it stop following him. But it was worthless. He was already breathless, his pinkish tongue hanging out of his white muzzle. The husky mix just waited there, a half crouched stance at the glowing moon. He then decided to wait until a cloud blind the moon and he'd run away from her omnipresent gaze at him.