Shiloh Hills, around the northernmost ? part of Rabbit Lake. 300+
High clouds draped the world like a thin silver blanket. Oak had paused at the porch of Haven Manor and lifted his muzzle into the soft waft of wind, his nose quivering to give him some idea of what these clouds meant. The air lacked the scent of coming rain, so he would remain dry for several hours, at the very least. Only later might the clouds swell with moisture, and perhaps even thunder and lightning. By then, however, he would be home, free to retreat into Haven Manor and enjoy the storm from the safety of the Dreaming pack's prized shelter.
He loped North, toward Rabbit Lake. It was one of his favorite haunts, perfect for exploring, and even better for swimming. He had looked around for someone to accompany him, but all of the younger Dreamers were either gone or occupied with something else, leaving him on his own. It would have been fun to bring Cypress or one of the Sadira-Marino youths with him, yet Oak was not opposed to being alone. He found it easy to entertain himself, and sometimes he even preferred the opportunity to wander around alone, still thrilled by the independence he had gained during the past several months.
The brick-hued boy reached the sparsely treed fringe just before the lake and stepped out of their slender shadow, into brighter grass that swayed gently in the breeze. His cobalt eyes widened at the sight of the lake, a perfect, shimmering mirror of the silver clouds above. He did not remain to absorb the beauty for long, the energy that ran through his veins pushed him forward, and he soon found himself skirting the perimeter of the lake, enjoying the tender lilt of the waves lapping the pebbled shore as he crossed the borders of Crimson Dreams into unclaimed territory. Ahead and to his right, the jade Shiloh Hills spanned beyond his field of vision, and rather than pursuing a swim in the lake as he had planned, he pivoted northeast and broke into a spontaneous run toward the nearest gentle incline, cold fingers of the wind lovingly stroking his fur. He had no clue where he was headed, but that was always the best indicator of a good time, for whatever came would be a surprise. He adored surprises.
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