wc: 247. My little muse did not want to sing.
Giron started loving to explore the Ethereal Eclipse, now that he wasn't starving and desperate, he could enjoy its beauty and scents. In this particular day he had been just following the scents of various flowers, amazed by the variety early summer had brought on. The vastness of the Ethereal was something he enjoyed, a place where his nose could tell him where to go but not where he was, and his eyes were free to look around. Occasionally he caught the scent of a bunny or other, larger game traveling through the woods. All these he let past, not in the mood to stalk prey. However, just as he thought about heading back to reach home before the sun gave way to the moon he picked out a scent unlike all the others. he started tracking it without a second thought, as he did not like leaving his curiosity unsatisfied. it didn't take long until his found the source of the scent at a pond, in the form of a dark-haired gray wolf.
"Hello, bit of a shock seeing another soul in these woods." Giron questioned, though stayed back cautiously. The wolf seemed nice, but his face told of a troubled traveler. Caution when approaching those deep in thought was something Giron always tried to attempt cautiously. backing out now was no choice, and Giron's curiosity still edged him to stay, at least for one more question. "Is that a bird you have on your shoulder?"
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